tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87757894750332682472022-10-02T19:31:55.421-04:00Love to Read Romance!and other books too!DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-62659346636377082752013-10-02T12:34:00.000-04:002013-10-02T12:34:20.307-04:00One True Love by Lori Wilde<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/books/1362957944l/16065606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/books/1362957944l/16065606.jpg" /></a><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">One True Love </span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cupid, Texas 0.5</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">by</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lori Wilde</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">113 pages</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Avon Impulse</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">May 21st 2013</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QF_LtXvmsMs/UhEI7T13vMI/AAAAAAAABXM/FJsJJ7EWdCA/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QF_LtXvmsMs/UhEI7T13vMI/AAAAAAAABXM/FJsJJ7EWdCA/s200/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">I</span>n Cupid, Texas, they say everyone has one true love. And if you write a letter to Cupid, you will get an answer in return . . . </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Now, from New York Times bestselling author Lori Wilde, read how the legend of Cupid began . . . All it took was one great love story! </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Too bad for pretty young housemaid Millie Greenwood that her one true love is John Fant, the handsomest, wealthiest man in town. But in 1924, a maid—no matter how lovely—isn't about to marry into the town's foremost family, and John is on the verge of becoming betrothed to another. Everything seems hopeless until Millie writes a desperate letter to Cupid, and the most romantic legend of all is born . . .</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MhDrwMLfd6w/UhEI7GIlyjI/AAAAAAAABXQ/QZiSg3i-iUk/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="63" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MhDrwMLfd6w/UhEI7GIlyjI/AAAAAAAABXQ/QZiSg3i-iUk/s200/reviewbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIBz9dkT20Q/UhEI7NbyonI/AAAAAAAABXU/hr3ragCck_E/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIBz9dkT20Q/UhEI7NbyonI/AAAAAAAABXU/hr3ragCck_E/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIBz9dkT20Q/UhEI7NbyonI/AAAAAAAABXU/hr3ragCck_E/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIBz9dkT20Q/UhEI7NbyonI/AAAAAAAABXU/hr3ragCck_E/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIBz9dkT20Q/UhEI7NbyonI/AAAAAAAABXU/hr3ragCck_E/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIBz9dkT20Q/UhEI7NbyonI/AAAAAAAABXU/hr3ragCck_E/s200/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't normally care for historical romance from this time period but this one was an exception! It wonderfully set the stage for the rest of this series and I couldn't help but love Millie and John. It manages in a short time to make all of us normal folks believe in love conquering all. This story expertly sets the stage for the legend of Cupid, Texas. You can't miss the rest of the series now!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0089LOM9M/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0089LOM9M&linkCode=as2&tag=lovtorearom-20">One True Love: A Cupid, Texas Novella (Cupid, Texas Novellas)</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=lovtorearom-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B0089LOM9M" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Barnes and Noble: <a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CAKjRQbdFtU&subid=&offerid=239662.1&type=10&tmpid=8432&RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.barnesandnoble.com%252Fw%252Fone-true-love-lori-wilde%252F1114590898%253Fean%253D9780062219329" target="new">One True Love: A Cupid, Texas Novella (Cupid, Texas Novellas)</a></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img alt="icon" height="1" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=CAKjRQbdFtU&bids=239662.1&type=10" width="1" /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfcQgnbIDUY/UhEI7OB7X8I/AAAAAAAABXc/PeQkwCaJiD0/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfcQgnbIDUY/UhEI7OB7X8I/AAAAAAAABXc/PeQkwCaJiD0/s200/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkYu2qfA9Bk/UdGou8aOLTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/B-UvOsy8QDA/s1600/LoriWilde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkYu2qfA9Bk/UdGou8aOLTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/B-UvOsy8QDA/s178/LoriWilde.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">Lori Wilde can’t remember a time when she didn’t want to write. She even went to nursing school so she could have a schedule flexible enough to allow her to write on the side. She nursed for 20 years, working in a variety of settings from the newborn nursery to the recovery room, to dialysis. But she never lost her desire to write.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">She sold her first book in 1994 to Silhouette Romance but later discovered she had a flair for comedy and branched out to Harlequin Duets and now, to Blaze.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">Lori is an adventuresome soul who loves to travel. She’s taken flying lessons, completed two marathons, rode in a hot-air balloon, performed with a </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">professional jazz band, traveled Europe as a teenager, hiked volcanoes in Hawaii, trod on glaciers in Alaska, shot white-water rapids, water-skied, snow-skied, raced all-terrain vehicles, bodysurfed in the Gulf of Mexico, and photographed grizzly bears in Yellowstone.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">She lives in her native Texas, with her own real-life hero, Bill, her red heeler/Australian shepherd dog, Cinnamon, and four ducks, Quacker, Big Guy, Affleck, and Sheepidy</span></span><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div></div></div>DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-34230884049052185902013-07-21T23:59:00.000-04:002013-07-27T09:34:34.804-04:00Complete Me Blog Hop FREE BOOKS 7/22 - 8/1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-siwd77JFB0Y/UeweQdB2QlI/AAAAAAAAA0g/2gsF6UIn2DA/s1600/completeme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-siwd77JFB0Y/UeweQdB2QlI/AAAAAAAAA0g/2gsF6UIn2DA/s400/completeme.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>complete me</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>Stark Trilogy #3</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">J. Kenner</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">322 pages</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">July 30 2013</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bantam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Random House</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">This sexy, emotionally charged romance continues the story of Damien Stark, the powerful multimillionaire who’s never had to take “no” for an answer, and Nikki Fairchild, the Southern belle who only says “yes” on her own terms.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><em style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Our desire runs deep. But our secrets cut close.</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"> Beautiful, strong, and commanding, Damien Stark fills a void in me that no other man can touch. His fierce cravings push me beyond the brink of bliss—and unleash a wild passion that utterly consumes us both.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Yet beneath his need for dominance, he carries the wounds of a painful past. Haunted by a legacy of dark secrets and broken trust, he seeks release in our shared ecstasy, the heat between us burning stronger each day.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Our attraction is undeniable, our obsession inevitable. Yet not even Damien can run from his ghosts, or shield us from the dangers yet to come.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a class="rafl" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/c46e0b20/" id="rc-c46e0b20" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <script src="//d12vno17mo87cx.cloudfront.net/embed/rafl/cptr.js"></script><br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.simply-linked.com/listwidget.aspx?l=52E5282A-3AE8-4DE9-9C76-D4AA4F078E14" ></script><br /><br /><br />DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-84770255385063781902013-07-09T06:00:00.000-04:002013-07-09T06:00:09.575-04:00Can't Hurry Love by Molly O'Keefe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1328325420l/13067947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1328325420l/13067947.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">From award-winning author Molly O’Keefe comes a wonderfully written contemporary romance about second chances at life and at love.</span></span> <br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>CAN'T HURRY LOVE</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Molly O'Keefe</span></span><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Random House</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: left;">July 31st 2012</span><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">386 pages</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LFXGzEh-Eq4/UBBIjuKMAhI/AAAAAAAAAnw/gdZ3nsiTrUw/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LFXGzEh-Eq4/UBBIjuKMAhI/AAAAAAAAAnw/gdZ3nsiTrUw/s200/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Tori Baker, the penniless widow of a disgraced financier, is ready to stand up, be counted, and make a new life for herself and her beloved son in Texas. She’s taking over Crooked Creek ranch, her birthright, and turning it into something special. All that stands in her way is Eli Turnbull, a rugged, too-handsome cowboy who wants the land just as badly. </span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">If Tori wants a fight, Eli will give her one. He’s devoted his life to Crooked Creek, and he’s not about to let some pampered city girl—even one as brave and beautiful as Tori—turn it into some silly spa. But Tori’s and Eli’s burning anger and frustration only fuel heat of another kind: uncontrollable passion. 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She loves exploring each character’s road toward happily ever after. She’s won two </span></span><i style="color: #333333; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Romantic Times</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Reviewers’ Choice awards and the RITA for Best Novella in 2010. Originally from a small town outside of Chicago, she now lives in Toronto, Canada, with her husband, two kids, and the largest heap of dirty laundry in North America.</span></span></div></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"></span></span></div>DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-9586785749494408152013-07-07T06:00:00.000-04:002013-07-07T06:00:05.990-04:00The White Swan Affair by Elyse Mady<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1333734503l/13581383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1333734503l/13581383.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>THE WHITE SWAN AFFAIR</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Elyse Mady</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBX6KRfiTTk/T_MrAEp9T-I/AAAAAAAAADw/F-jAMqiICng/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBX6KRfiTTk/T_MrAEp9T-I/AAAAAAAAADw/F-jAMqiICng/s200/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">London, 1810</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">After the tragic death of her beloved, Hester Aspinall vowed never to be ruled by her passions again. Still, she is drawn to her landlord, handsome adventurer Thomas Ramsay—but she doesn't fool herself that a man of his station would look twice at a poor tailor's sister.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">With the sea for a mistress, Thomas has no intention of entering into matrimony. And yet, he can't get the plain-spoken and desirable Hester out of his mind, even though she's never tried to secure his attentions as other women do.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Everything changes the night Hester's brother is arrested during a raid on a gay brothel, the infamous White Swan. With no one else to turn to, and terrified Robert will hang for his crime, Hester accepts Thomas's offer to bear the cost of the defense. A true gentleman, Thomas expects nothing in return—but Hester can no longer deny her own desires...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">She may offer her body eagerly, but can she protect her heart?</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRmV6YQPUJ4/T_Mq-UXj9nI/AAAAAAAAADY/H-igF9OEqTM/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="61" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRmV6YQPUJ4/T_Mq-UXj9nI/AAAAAAAAADY/H-igF9OEqTM/s200/excerptbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hester Aspinall knew something was wrong the moment Robert failed to appear at the breakfast table Monday morning.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her brother was a creature of unshakeable habit. Only a calamity of the worst sort would dislodge him from his routine.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He'd gone out last night a little past six o'clock, to celebrate his forthcoming nuptials to Miss Charlotte Stroud, the very pretty, very well-jointured daughter of a London wool merchant.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In between freshening his cravat and washing his hands and face, he'd told her his destination--The White Deer? The White Hart?--and, quite emphatically, not to wait up, for he expected to be a great deal later than usual.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But Robert had not come home, late or otherwise.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now, the tea had grown cold and the porridge had begun to congeal into a thick grey mass. With a sigh, Hester cleared the table. The kitchen of their third floor lodgings was even more oppressive than the front room, the bricks still radiating heat, as she filled the dishpan and set to washing up.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Since their removal to London three years previously, she could count on one hand the number of times her brother had deviated from his usual practices, for he was a young man with an uncommonly developed need to succeed.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">During the week, he rose at six, washed and dressed, then ate his breakfast, insisting on grace before every meal. At seven o'clock, he would leave their small set of rooms on the third floor of number one Brewer's Court, stop briefly to bid their landlady, Mrs. Hannaford, good-day, then walked the three quarters of a mile to his shop, located in High Holborne, unlocking the doors at half past the hour and picking up from his tailor's bench the work he had left in readiness the day before.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Such was his practice every day from Monday to Saturday. From time to time, when he had an excess of jobs, Hester joined him, keeping his accounts and waiting on the clients who came to order new suits, jackets, waistcoats and breeches, helping them select cloth and buttons. But most days, she busied herself domestically, doing the marketing and mending, preparing their meals and keeping their rooms in order, and visiting among their small circle of acquaintances.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It grated at times. The only day that was ever different was the Sabbath and even that alteration was as regular as clockwork, for Robert made it a practice never to miss a sermon at the local parish church. Hester would have been satisfied with a little less evangelical zeal, but knowing how much she owed to her brother after their parents' deaths and all that he had done for her during her...misfortunes...she submitted with as much grace as she could summon to the minister's long-winded exhortations to goodness.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Through the open windows of the front room came the sounds of the busy city street outside, the disgruntled lowing of oxen and the heavy clatter of wooden casks being delivered to a nearby alehouse reminding Hester that the morning was progressing apace and that dawdling would not locate her brother. Quickly collecting the kettle from its metal hook, she poured scalding water over the dishes and left them to dry.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A thought occurred. Perhaps he had left a clue to his whereabouts in his room. 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Subsequent books include “Learning Curves” (June, 2011), “Something So Right” (September, 2011) and “The White Swan Affair” (2012). Her upcoming projects include the Regency novella “The Debutante’s Desire” as well as a full length historical novel set in the 1780s.</span></div><div style="background-color: #ffebf2; border: 0px; color: #333333; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In addition to her writing commitments, Elyse also teaches film and literature at a local community college. In her free time she enjoys (well, <em style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">enjoys </em>might be too strong a word – perhaps <em style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">pursues with dogged determination </em>would be better) never ending renovations on their century home with her intrepid husband and two boys.</span></div><div style="background-color: #ffebf2; border: 0px; color: #333333; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">With her excellent writerly imagination, she one day dreams of topping the NY Times Bestseller’s List and reclaiming her pre-kid body without the bother of either sit-ups or the denunciation of ice-cream.</span></div><div style="background-color: #ffebf2; border: 0px; color: #333333; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; 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text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1359066897l/16116365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1359066897l/16116365.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Crash Landing</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">by</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Lori Wilde</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Book 3 Stop the Wedding series</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Harlequin Blaze</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkAioAFpCBM/UdGgA23FKQI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ISaTurliAD8/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkAioAFpCBM/UdGgA23FKQI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ISaTurliAD8/s200/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Stranded!</i></span> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Billionaire Gibb Martin loves risk almost as much he loves a well-made suit. But when his business partner and longtime friend suddenly bails on a major venture to get married...well, that's one risk Gibb isn't willing to take. Now he just needs to charter a plane to Florida so he can stop the wedding-fast! </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Normally, bombshell pilot Sophia Cruz would have told Slick City Boy exactly where to go. Unfortunately, she really needs cash-even if it does come from an overprivileged guy with a very fine backside. But then disaster strikes midair, and Sophia is forced to crash-land the plane.... </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Now they're alone on a stunning deserted island-and surrounded by temptation. And this is one collision they won't be able to walk away from!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tO9LGHbEp1Y/UdGgSekMHBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/J0CBY7Q7684/s320/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="63" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tO9LGHbEp1Y/UdGgSekMHBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/J0CBY7Q7684/s200/reviewbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is the third book in the Stop the Wedding series. This book has it all romance, adventure, sexual chemistry and an HEA! I especially liked Sophia she is such a strong independent woman and pretty much says exactly what she thinks! Gibbs is totally out of his element with Sophia but he handles it well and comes out just the kind of hero we love!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Review copy supplied by the author in exchange for a fair and honest review.</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2kBxa38f7M/UdGm8cVn0nI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZHlCKKOz41M/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2kBxa38f7M/UdGm8cVn0nI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZHlCKKOz41M/s200/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">AMAZON: <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00ALTVJO6/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00ALTVJO6&linkCode=as2&tag=lovtorearom-20">Crash Landing</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=lovtorearom-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B00ALTVJO6" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">BARNES & NOBLE: <a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CAKjRQbdFtU&subid=&offerid=239662.1&type=10&tmpid=8432&RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.barnesandnoble.com%252Fw%252Fcrash-landing-lori-wilde%252F1113729117%253Fean%253D9780373797493" target="new">Crash Landing</a></span><br /><img alt="icon" height="1" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=CAKjRQbdFtU&bids=239662.1&type=10" width="1" /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15x3oFDiRys/UdGm-L-qHKI/AAAAAAAAA0E/0sfbKfhaLwI/s467/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15x3oFDiRys/UdGm-L-qHKI/AAAAAAAAA0E/0sfbKfhaLwI/s200/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkYu2qfA9Bk/UdGou8aOLTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/B-UvOsy8QDA/s178/LoriWilde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkYu2qfA9Bk/UdGou8aOLTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/B-UvOsy8QDA/s178/LoriWilde.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">Lori Wilde can’t remember a time when she didn’t want to write. She even went to nursing school so she could have a schedule flexible enough to allow her to write on the side. She nursed for 20 years, working in a variety of settings from the newborn nursery to the recovery room, to dialysis. But she never lost her desire to write.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">She sold her first book in 1994 to Silhouette Romance but later discovered she had a flair for comedy and branched out to Harlequin Duets and now, to Blaze.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">Lori is an adventuresome soul who loves to travel. She’s taken flying lessons, completed two marathons, rode in a hot-air balloon, performed with a professional jazz band, traveled Europe as a teenager, hiked volcanoes in Hawaii, trod on glaciers in Alaska, shot white-water rapids, water-skied, snow-skied, raced all-terrain vehicles, bodysurfed in the Gulf of Mexico, and photographed grizzly bears in Yellowstone.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">She lives in her native Texas, with her own real-life hero, Bill, her red heeler/Australian shepherd dog, Cinnamon, and four ducks, Quacker, Big Guy, Affleck, and Sheepidy</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-7185286172352528742013-07-03T06:00:00.001-04:002013-07-03T06:00:08.207-04:00Smooth Sailing by Lori Wilde<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1362159324l/16000944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1362159324l/16000944.jpg" width="252" /></a><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">Smooth Sailing</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">by</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">Lori Wilde</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Book 2 Stop the Wedding series</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Harlequin Blaze</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkAioAFpCBM/UdGgA23FKQI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ISaTurliAD8/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkAioAFpCBM/UdGgA23FKQI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ISaTurliAD8/s200/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a><br /><em style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sex and the sea…</span></em><br /><em style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Desperate to win back his ex, billionaire playboy Jeb Whitcomb spent a year in self-discipline and (mostly) celibacy. He's a new man. But when she decides to marry someone else, Jeb immediately sets sail. He has only four days to stop the wedding and, worse still, he has a stowaway…the only woman who can make a newly good man behave very, very badly!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">R.N. Haley French is furious. For one night, she lets go of her usual boring routine, and the next she knows she's accidentally off to Florida with Mr. Sexy Superficiality, and desperately trying to forget the steamy encounter they almost shared.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">And in the boat, there's no escape from each other…or the unfurling lust that threatens to send their self-control overboard!</span></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tO9LGHbEp1Y/UdGgSekMHBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/J0CBY7Q7684/s320/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="63" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tO9LGHbEp1Y/UdGgSekMHBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/J0CBY7Q7684/s200/reviewbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Great summertime read! What could be better than sun, sea and sex? This is the second book in the Stop the Wedding series. Same great character interaction as the first! Really enjoyed watching the relationship develop between Jeb and Haley in this one. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Review copy supplied by the author for a fair and honest review.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2kBxa38f7M/UdGm8cVn0nI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZHlCKKOz41M/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2kBxa38f7M/UdGm8cVn0nI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZHlCKKOz41M/s200/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">AMAZON: </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00A9V24AE/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00A9V24AE&linkCode=as2&tag=lovtorearom-20">Smooth Sailing</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=lovtorearom-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B00A9V24AE" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">BARNES & NOBLE: <a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CAKjRQbdFtU&subid=&offerid=239662.1&type=10&tmpid=8432&RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.barnesandnoble.com%252Fw%252Fsmooth-sailing-lori-wilde%252F1112815348%253Fean%253D9780373797462" target="new">Smooth Sailing</a></span></div><img alt="icon" height="1" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=CAKjRQbdFtU&bids=239662.1&type=10" width="1" /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15x3oFDiRys/UdGm-L-qHKI/AAAAAAAAA0E/0sfbKfhaLwI/s467/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15x3oFDiRys/UdGm-L-qHKI/AAAAAAAAA0E/0sfbKfhaLwI/s200/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkYu2qfA9Bk/UdGou8aOLTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/B-UvOsy8QDA/s178/LoriWilde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkYu2qfA9Bk/UdGou8aOLTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/B-UvOsy8QDA/s178/LoriWilde.jpg" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Lori Wilde can’t remember a time when she didn’t want to write. She even went to nursing school so she could have a schedule flexible enough to allow her to write on the side. She nursed for 20 years, working in a variety of settings from the newborn nursery to the recovery room, to dialysis. But she never lost her desire to write.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /></span> <span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">She sold her first book in 1994 to Silhouette Romance but later discovered she had a flair for comedy and branched out to Harlequin Duets and now, to Blaze.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /></span> <span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Lori is an adventuresome soul who loves to travel. She’s taken flying lessons, completed two marathons, rode in a hot-air balloon, performed with a professional jazz band, traveled Europe as a teenager, hiked volcanoes in Hawaii, trod on glaciers in Alaska, shot white-water rapids, water-skied, snow-skied, raced all-terrain vehicles, bodysurfed in the Gulf of Mexico, and photographed grizzly bears in Yellowstone.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /></span> <span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">She lives in her native Texas, with her own real-life hero, Bill, her red heeler/Australian shepherd dog, Cinnamon, and four ducks, Quacker, Big Guy, Affleck, and Sheepidy.</span>DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-89571397837435680342013-07-01T06:00:00.000-04:002013-07-01T13:27:52.766-04:00Night Driving by Lori Wilde<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1356244902l/15825860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1356244902l/15825860.jpg" width="252" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Night Driving</span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">by</span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">Lori Wilde</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Book 1 Stop the Wedding Series</span><br /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Harlequin Blaze</span><br /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkAioAFpCBM/UdGgA23FKQI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ksV9hVGDKe4/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkAioAFpCBM/UdGgA23FKQI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ksV9hVGDKe4/s200/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">How do you spell disaster? For former army captain Boone Toliver, it's his sister's wedding to a man she hardly knows, and he'll die before he lets that happen. Boone has five days to get from Montana to Florida with an injured leg. And his only option is hitching a ride with his free-spirited neighbor, hairstylist Tara Duvall--whose body makes his mouth water and his libido burn.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">With each passing mile, the magnetic pull between them grows stronger, and Boone's trademark control is slipping away. But when his sex drive takes the wheel, will he be able to stop the wedding in time?</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tO9LGHbEp1Y/UdGgSekMHBI/AAAAAAAAAzo/2ChtpKmjeks/s320/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="63" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tO9LGHbEp1Y/UdGgSekMHBI/AAAAAAAAAzo/2ChtpKmjeks/s200/reviewbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well written with a great storyline! I loved watching the chemistry develop between these two opposites. Tara's perky personality is a perfect complement to Boone's moodiness. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The story was at times dramatic and at times hilarious. Who knew there were so many things that could go wrong on a road trip! It was intriguing to witness the sexual chemistry between these two as they developed a real relationship. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Next read: Smooth Sailing, Book two in the Stop the Wedding series. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Book supplied by the author for an honest and fair review.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a2kBxa38f7M/UdGm8cVn0nI/AAAAAAAAAz4/_pjDx48wpAE/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a2kBxa38f7M/UdGm8cVn0nI/AAAAAAAAAz4/_pjDx48wpAE/s200/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">AMAZON: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Night-Driving-Stop-Wedding-ebook/product-reviews/B009YPD1CG/?_encoding=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&linkCode=ur2&showViewpoints=1&sortBy=bySubmissionDateDescending&tag=lovtorearom-20" target="_blank">Night Driving</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="https://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=lovtorearom-20&l=ur2&o=1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">BARNES & NOBLE: </span><a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CAKjRQbdFtU&subid=&offerid=239662.1&type=10&tmpid=8432&RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.barnesandnoble.com%252Fw%252Fnight-driving-lori-wilde%252F1112482945%253Fean%253D9780373797417" target="new"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Night Driving</span></a><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><img alt="icon" height="1" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=CAKjRQbdFtU&bids=239662.1&type=10" width="1" /></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15x3oFDiRys/UdGm-L-qHKI/AAAAAAAAA0A/W-3QYuf1tUk/s467/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15x3oFDiRys/UdGm-L-qHKI/AAAAAAAAA0A/W-3QYuf1tUk/s200/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RkYu2qfA9Bk/UdGou8aOLTI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/VGgeQ8qoxGQ/s178/LoriWilde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RkYu2qfA9Bk/UdGou8aOLTI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/VGgeQ8qoxGQ/s200/LoriWilde.jpg" width="177" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">Lori Wilde can’t remember a time when she didn’t want to write. She even went to nursing school so she could have a schedule flexible enough to allow her to write on the side. She nursed for 20 years, working in a variety of settings from the newborn nursery to the recovery room, to dialysis. But she never lost her desire to write.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">She sold her first book in 1994 to Silhouette Romance but later discovered she had a flair for comedy and branched out to Harlequin Duets and now, to Blaze.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">Lori is an adventuresome soul who loves to travel. She’s taken flying lessons, completed two marathons, rode in a hot-air balloon, performed with a professional jazz band, traveled Europe as a teenager, hiked volcanoes in Hawaii, trod on glaciers in Alaska, shot white-water rapids, water-skied, snow-skied, raced all-terrain vehicles, bodysurfed in the Gulf of Mexico, and photographed grizzly bears in Yellowstone.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">She lives in her native Texas, with her own real-life hero, Bill, her red heeler/Australian shepherd dog, Cinnamon, and four ducks, Quacker, Big Guy, Affleck, and Sheepidy.</span><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-64793018281789178112013-06-26T09:21:00.000-04:002013-06-26T09:22:19.408-04:00Grand Re-Opening<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img height="400" src="http://products.goldenopenings.com/images/GrandRe-OpeningLarge.jpg" width="302" /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Will be starting blog back July 1st!! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Lining up some great books now!</span></div>DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-28148989265069003212012-08-15T00:05:00.000-04:002013-04-01T12:48:31.558-04:00The Boss and Her Billionaire by Michele de Winton<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1342541232l/15756533.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1342541232l/15756533.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">THE BOSS AND HER BILLIONAIRE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Michele de Winton</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Entangled Publishing</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">July 15th 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">158 pages</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwDh_9mfNjE/UEOU0BrnjXI/AAAAAAAAAtg/K5fUK1--_9E/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwDh_9mfNjE/UEOU0BrnjXI/AAAAAAAAAtg/K5fUK1--_9E/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">He threw her inhibitions overboard.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Cruise director Michaela Western has everything she wants—everything except a sex life. But there are no secrets on cruise ships. She risked her job once for a dalliance with the Captain, and won’t do it again for a few minutes of toe-curling pleasure. Until a devilishly handsome new staffer with a body made for sin tempts her to walk on the wild side...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Investment billionaire Dylan Johns always gets what he wants. He is used to giving orders—not taking them—until he’s forced to go on hiatus from his investment company. To bide his time and carry out an old dream, he takes a job on a cruise ship—and ends up taking orders from his gorgeous, but uptight, new boss. He is determined to loosen her up with a fun onboard romance, but their no-strings fling turns serious and Dylan is forced to confess his lies. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">When the affair threatens to shatter Michaela’s own career dreams, she finds herself caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZE-GEA66lg/UVm4mh0-SjI/AAAAAAAAAyc/8cRaRvbFsqM/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZE-GEA66lg/UVm4mh0-SjI/AAAAAAAAAyc/8cRaRvbFsqM/s320/excerptbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Like I said, I don’t do holidays. If I’d had to sit around and read a book for this long, I already would have gone crazy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dylan smiled at her, a coronary-inducing, thigh-quivering smile. She wanted to throw herself at him, but he stood up. “So, ready for some fun?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He’d said it again. <i>Fun.</i>Of course. For a moment, she thought he was going to say something different. That there might be something more between them than a bit of fun. But no, fun was just what she needed. At least for now.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Can we start again?” she asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dylan’s smile was delicious—the green of both ocean and forest in his eyes, and the heat in their depths sparkled. “To fun?” he asked and held out his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Fun,” she said, taking it, her heart racing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Now, about that snorkeling,” he said. “Race you to change?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Michaela wondered at what his definition of fun might be. 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Despite training in law (or perhaps because of it) she has been a dancer, producer, writer, and all round arty type in various countries for most of her life. Now back home in New Zealand after travelling a plenty, she is a mom to one and writes full time in an office surrounded by whispering trees. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="Default"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You can find Michele on:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="Default"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Facebook <a href="http://www.facebook.com/michele.dewinton">http://www.facebook.com/michele.dewinton</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="Default"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Twitter <a href="https://twitter.com/MicheledeWinton">https://twitter.com/MicheledeWinton</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="Default"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Post a comment on her blog <a href="http://micheledewinton.blogspot.co.nz/">http://micheledewinton.blogspot.co.nz/</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="Default"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Drop her a line through <a href="http://www.micheledewinton.com/">http://www.micheledewinton.com</a> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She also blogs at The Naked Hero as The Luna goddess: <a href="http://www.thenakedhero.com/">http://www.thenakedhero.com</a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="NoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And on the Indulgence blog: <a href="http://entangledindulgence.wordpress.com/">http://entangledindulgence.wordpress.com/</a><o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><br />DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-67018638216402714462012-08-14T00:05:00.000-04:002013-04-01T12:25:40.886-04:00Not the Marrying Kind by Nicola Marsh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1342345713l/15752577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1342345713l/15752577.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">NOT THE MARRYING KIND</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nicola Marsh</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Entangled Publishing</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">July 14th 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">137 Pages</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwDh_9mfNjE/UEOU0BrnjXI/AAAAAAAAAtg/K5fUK1--_9E/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwDh_9mfNjE/UEOU0BrnjXI/AAAAAAAAAtg/K5fUK1--_9E/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Who said marriage had to be convenient?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">LA party planner Poppy Collins has kept her secret side business – planning divorce parties as the Divorce Diva – a close secret, but keeping her business afloat is proving tougher by the day. When her sister’s divorce party gives Poppy the opportunity to save the day and boost her business, Poppy approaches Vegas golden boy Beck Blackwood for help. But this time, she’s about to get way more than she bargained for…</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Beck knows Poppy’s secret, and he’s not afraid to use it to get exactly what he wants – a wife. With his reputation and business expansion plans on the line, the only way he can repair the damage is by getting hitched, and fast. And if blackmail is the only way to get Poppy to the altar, then so be it…</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">But they’re in the city of high stakes, and Poppy has a few aces up her sleeve. Now it’s time to find out if they’re playing to win… or if they’re playing for keeps.</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_jXeAJuzJU/UEOUzhXtYuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/LgEj-p8aoSE/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_jXeAJuzJU/UEOUzhXtYuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/LgEj-p8aoSE/s320/reviewbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_jXeAJuzJU/UEOUzhXtYuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/LgEj-p8aoSE/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_jXeAJuzJU/UEOUzhXtYuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/LgEj-p8aoSE/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_jXeAJuzJU/UEOUzhXtYuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/LgEj-p8aoSE/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nicola Marsh has taken the marriage of convenience and brought it into this century! Beck and Poppy's story has a little of everything...blackmail, snarky humor, gorgeous alpha hero, sassy heroine, and last but not least hot sexy romance. It also has a couple of characters in the back-story that probably really need their own story (hint,hint). It made for a great one sitting read...grab a cool drink and spend a couple hours with this fun one!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This book is from Entangled Publishing's Indulgence line. EBook provided by the publisher for review.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ouc-BQ6wNno/UEOUzNmILUI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/WUwHmb7q2ak/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ouc-BQ6wNno/UEOUzNmILUI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/WUwHmb7q2ak/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">AMAZON<br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00AZGKZTU/ref=as_li_ss_il?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00AZGKZTU&linkCode=as2&tag=lovtorearom-20"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://ws.assoc-amazon.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00AZGKZTU&Format=_SL110_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=lovtorearom-20" width="132" /></a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=lovtorearom-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B00AZGKZTU" style="border: none !important; 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She claims she's a lady, but how can she be? No lady of his acquaintance in polite society is anything like her. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then he discovers she is who she says, and that this latest romp has compromised her reputation. He knows how that is. One more scandal and he'll be cast out of London society, but he needs a wife who'll provide an heir to carry on his illustrious family's name. He seeks out Katarina, intending only to scotch the scandal, but instead finds his heart ensnared. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He's betting their future he'll capture her heart, but does he have what it takes to win the wager?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">WARNING: A blade-wielding heroine who crosses swords with a master of sensuality.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ouc-BQ6wNno/UEOUzNmILUI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/WUwHmb7q2ak/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ouc-BQ6wNno/UEOUzNmILUI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/WUwHmb7q2ak/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">AMAZON <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1616504323/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1616504323&linkCode=as2&tag=lovtorearom-20%22%3EOnly%20Scandal%20Will%20Do%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=lovtorearom-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1616504323%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Only Scandal Will Do</a></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">BARNES & NOBLE <a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CAKjRQbdFtU&subid=&offerid=239662.1&type=10&tmpid=8432&RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.barnesandnoble.com%252Fw%252Fonly-scandal-will-do-jenna-jaxon%252F1112953790%253Fean%253D9781616504328" target="_blank">Only Scandal Will Do</a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtXabTjZmeQ/UEOUyBZ9wOI/AAAAAAAAAtA/un60KVlpkdo/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtXabTjZmeQ/UEOUyBZ9wOI/AAAAAAAAAtA/un60KVlpkdo/s320/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance who has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, Jenna has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own writing. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Jenna lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets. When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director. She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage. </div><div class="MsoNormal">She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://jennajaxon.wordpress.com/"><b><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Website</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> / </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jenna-Jaxon/146857578723570">Facebook</a></span></b><b><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8775789475033268247" name="_GoBack"></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-24664366843465435012012-08-10T00:05:00.000-04:002013-04-01T12:03:42.097-04:00 Spotlight On Eleanor's Heart by Misa Buckley<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwnyO0mSpcs/UEOoqN74d6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/FrTXMmOvFp0/s1600/eleanors_heart%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwnyO0mSpcs/UEOoqN74d6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/FrTXMmOvFp0/s400/eleanors_heart%255B1%255D" width="245" /></a></div><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">ELEANOR'S HEART</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Misa Buckley</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Champagne Books</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">June 30th 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">111 Pages</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dying of a rare blood disease, Eleanor Franklin needs laudanum to ease the pain, often driven to steal in order to buy more. But when she steals a ruby she has no idea that the gem will tip her into the midst of a deadly species war.Saved by Jefferson Park, she discovers a man with an even darker past than her own: he is one of the last true Vampires fighting to stop the eradication of his kind.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But the Sanguine aren’t the only problem as Eleanor finds herself falling in love with Jefferson. It is a relationship she cannot commit to, as she knows her time is limited, and she will not risk breaking his heart.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjRbbbofp8k/UEOUykhEyMI/AAAAAAAAAtI/umbaYwn4Qc0/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjRbbbofp8k/UEOUykhEyMI/AAAAAAAAAtI/umbaYwn4Qc0/s320/excerptbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;">But I couldn’t run far, not when every slip on the ice beneath my feet made the pain in my back and ribs flare more. I darted into another alley, realizing too late that there might be yet more creatures hiding in the shadows. I struggled on, every breath an agony now. I wanted laudanum. Dear God, I needed laudanum. The pain would only get worse, otherwise. Whereas sometimes I prayed for death, now it was chasing my heels, I found that I didn’t want to die. Not now, and certainly not as I imagined that thing would dispense death. I pulled on my dwindling strength and rounded another corner.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ahead of me, a man stood in the center of the alley. I skidded to a halt. He regarded me with a steady gaze, unperturbed by my sudden appearance. In fact, I thought that he seemed ready for it, even though he was dressed for a night at the opera. His dress suit was dark and immaculate, expensively styled, while his polished shoes reflected the scant light.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He wasn’t a large man, and there was plenty of room to pass by him, yet despite that I knew instinctively he represented a greater danger than the thing chasing me. A passing breeze confirmed this notion; billowing his red-lined cloak to reveal how the long fingers of his right hand toyed with the silver grip of a pistol. His eyes shifted from my face to the soft scuttling behind me. The wry amusement that had marked his expression up to then fell away.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You might care to move out of the way,” he told me, his tone light but with a slight undercurrent of tension. I decided to heed his warning and moved to the side of the alley. Cold leeched from the bricks through my thin blouse as I pressed against the wall. Ice sank straight into my marrow and caused the pain to multiply a hundred-fold. My eyes blurred with tears.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In that moment, a soft whump echoed off the alley walls. Static prickled over my skin, and the tang of ionized æther filled my mouth and nostrils. Something fell with a heavy, wet sort of sound. I dared to open my eyes and saw the creature dead on the ground, the dark stranger standing over it. As I stared at the scene, the creature’s form rippled and fell in on itself, turning into a puddle of black ichor.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gagging at the stench of long-dead flesh, I turned and retched. My stomach twisted in knots and the acrid bile burnt my throat. Tears stung my eyes. A hand on my shoulder jolted me. My spine snapped as I straightened too quickly. My startled gaze met a pair of gray eyes, narrowed in contemplation.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8775789475033268247" name="_GoBack"></a>His face was lean and clean-shaven, his pale skin stark in the darkness. His cheeks were hollow, bisected by sharp bones. Thin lips were pressed into a flat line. The slight breeze ruffled his already unruly hair, lending him a somewhat manic look. This was echoed by the pistol he still held. My jaw dropped at the tell-tale white-blue glow of the crystal chamber: I’d heard about æther weapons, but this was the first one I’d laid eyes on. 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text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uU2JtfcTv0/UEOUqrh0EyI/AAAAAAAAAs4/iMenNo-NzPg/s1600/wakingupinthewrongbed%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uU2JtfcTv0/UEOUqrh0EyI/AAAAAAAAAs4/iMenNo-NzPg/s400/wakingupinthewrongbed%5B1%5D" width="258" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span> <span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Waking Up in the Wrong Bed</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Natalie Anderson</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Harlequin</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">August 1st 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">190 Pages</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwDh_9mfNjE/UEOU0BrnjXI/AAAAAAAAAtg/K5fUK1--_9E/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwDh_9mfNjE/UEOU0BrnjXI/AAAAAAAAAtg/K5fUK1--_9E/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwDh_9mfNjE/UEOU0BrnjXI/AAAAAAAAAtg/K5fUK1--_9E/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><i style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>But the smug morning-after glow morphs into red-faced mortification when she wakes in the arms of a total stranger! Ruben Theroux might be fine with the situation, but a flustered Ellie most definitely is not.</i><i> </i><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ellie's only defence against this very attractive guy is to insist they're friends only--strictly no benefits! But Ruben isn't a successful businessman for nothing--they'll be good together, and he's happy to play dirty to get what he wants....</span></i></i><br /><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></i> <i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></i> <i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjRbbbofp8k/UEOUykhEyMI/AAAAAAAAAtI/umbaYwn4Qc0/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="98" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjRbbbofp8k/UEOUykhEyMI/AAAAAAAAAtI/umbaYwn4Qc0/s320/excerptbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i> <i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i> <i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">[In this scene, it’s the morning after and Nathan is dealing with a very lovely woman who’s made one massive mistake…]<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You’re not Nathan.” Strangled sound emerged as she stated the obvious.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> “No,” he answered calmly, not moving a muscle so as not to freak her more. But who the hell was Nathan and how she could have made such a mistake?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> “How can you not be Nathan?” she gasped.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Yeah, his thoughts exactly. “Well,” he stated it quietly. “This isn’t Nathan’s room. This is my room.” Literally. Every room in the place was his.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times. He waited – motionless – to see how this was going to go. She didn’t seem to realise her thighs were sandwiching his hand in a hot, smooth vice and he wasn’t going to make any sudden kind of movement. But the memory of those limbs straddling his hips wasn’t helping him recover his equilibrium. All he could feel were those lush, strong curves. He wanted the rest of him to be in the midst of them again.<span style="background: aqua; mso-highlight: aqua;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> She flicked a wild glance around the room and then arrowed all her attention right back at him. “But this has to be his room, I counted the doors. The other one was empty.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> He pressed his lips together to stop the chuckle sliding out because he didn’t want to make the situation worse for her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> “Are you sure you’re in the right room?” she asked, her eyes still shocked wide.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> “Positive. I got in late last night,” He’d been so tired it had all he’d been able to do to stumble from the shower straight to what was definitely <i>his</i> bed. “I came to bed and then the best dream ever turned out to be real.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Only his dream-turned-real lover was now turning fifty shades of red – embarrassment staining her skin in a swift sweep. Her murmurs of pleasure came back to him – her rough claim that she hadn’t known it would be so good. Yeah. The sweetheart <i>had</i> made a mistake. She’d meant that passion for some other guy. A sharp claw of jealousy swiped his ribs, puncturing his enjoyment of his best ever wake-up. But hadn’t been some other guy who’d pleased her so much. It had been <i>him</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> “You’re a guest here?” she asked in a low choked voice.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> “Actually I –” <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> She never gave him the chance to introduce himself, instead she launched into a monologue of mortification and panic. “Oh I can’t believe this. I can’t believe it. I’m so sorry. I am so, so sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Partly because he wanted to see her reaction, but mainly because he couldn’t resist, he let his fingers stroke – just the once, so very gently in the hot, damp prison she gripped them in.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> The incessant apologies ended instantly on a breathless gasp. Her mouth reddened, her muscles tightened and her temperature sizzled. His eyes locked on hers, watching the blue go brilliant, then her black pupils absorbed that colour as they swelled super fast. Her flush deepened. He felt the spasms before she twisted, releasing him as she scuttled to the far edge of the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> “You don’t need to apologise,” he said, wondering if he should be the one saying sorry now. But he couldn’t quite regret it. She’d been waking up so wonderfully willing in his arms when she thought he was this Nathan, but just then? That had been a raw response to <i>him</i>. She was hot and hungry for <i>him</i>. As she’d been last night when <i>he’d</i> been the one to meet her demands.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> A swift glance told him what he needed to know – there were no rings between those white knuckles. No guy had staked a permanent claim and the Nathan guy was a fool for not taking her to bed sooner. The woman was passionate and hungry, literally a dream lover. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> He coughed to ease the constriction in his chest. “I’m sorry I’m not Nathan.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Only because he wanted what she’d meant for the other guy – that invitation and pleasure. Hell, he wanted it now. He was stiffer than a steel pipe and feeling her sensual response spike like that had worsened it. But he fought the impulse to drag her close again, wincing at his new-found Neanderthal leanings.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 14.2pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 28.35pt 1.0in 1.5in;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> The poor woman was completely mortified and he was all rampaging lust, desperate to sleep with her again. What kind of human was he? </span><o:p></o:p></span></i></div><i><br /></i><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_jXeAJuzJU/UEOUzhXtYuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/LgEj-p8aoSE/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_jXeAJuzJU/UEOUzhXtYuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/LgEj-p8aoSE/s320/reviewbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_jXeAJuzJU/UEOUzhXtYuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/LgEj-p8aoSE/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_jXeAJuzJU/UEOUzhXtYuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/LgEj-p8aoSE/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_jXeAJuzJU/UEOUzhXtYuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/LgEj-p8aoSE/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></i></div><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></i><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></span></i></div><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Great afternoon read! Ellie and Ruben's story is so cute, I found myself laughing and rooting for their relationship to make it from the very beginning. The well written characters have a good sense of humor that makes the book all that more interesting. I really enjoyed this wonderfully well written "will they won't they" romance and will be reading more of Ms. Anderson's work. 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With over twenty books published, she’s also been a <i>Romantic Times</i> Award nominee & a finalist for the R*BY (Romantic Book of the Year). She lives in Christchurch, New Zealand with her husband, four children and what feels like a million ducks. Find out more at her website <span lang="EN-GB"><a href="http://www.natalie-anderson.com/"><span lang="EN-US">http://www.natalie-anderson.com</span></a></span><span lang="EN-GB"> </span> and be sure to sign up for her newsletter there as she often has subscriber only eTreats!</i></i></i></i></div></div></div></div></div><i></i></div></div>DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-21409078011485416482012-08-08T00:05:00.000-04:002013-04-01T10:54:19.700-04:00Welcome Ros Clarke author of The Oil Tycoon and Her Sexy Sheikh<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ros... Welcome to LtRR we are so glad to have you here today! </span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdZCankPknU/UDWIilT-xqI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BiFcCYKb38Y/s1600/ros%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdZCankPknU/UDWIilT-xqI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BiFcCYKb38Y/s200/ros%255B1%255D" width="162" /></a><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Please share a short bio with us:</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ros is a writer, a student, a church worker, a crafter, a blogger, a twitterer, a lazy gardener, and an appalling housekeeper. She lives in a sixteenth century shed in England and is very glad that it has twenty-first century plumbing. She is interested in almost everything except cricket and football (US and UK) and mostly she likes happy endings in fiction and in real life. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Can you tell us more about The Oil Tycoon and Her Sexy Sheikh?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It’s a contemporary romance with a very contemporary conflict – the need for the wealth that oil brings versus the destruction it does to the environment. Doing battle over this question are Sheikh Khaled of Saqat, a marine biologist and heir to the throne, and Olivia McInnes, an oil executive who is determined to take control of her father’s company. He’s deeply principled but knows he needs to do his duty. She’s talented and ambitious and won’t let anything get in the way of her career. When his principles come up against her ambition, sparks fly in the boardroom – and in the bedroom.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Where did the idea come from? </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wanted to write a sheikh book that seemed like it could belong in the real world of the Middle East where religion, politics and oil all combine to make it a complicated and fascinating world. Oil was my starting point and the potential for serious environmental damage in the Persian Gulf. Once I’d worked out that I wanted my sheikh to be the environmentalist, I had to have his counterpart be the oil executive, and it all flowed from there.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What sort of research did you do for this book?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have a friend who used to be an oil engineer, so I talked to him a bit about life on an oil rig. I’ve lived in northern Scotland, so that part of the book was relatively easy to write. Otherwise, I did a lot of reading up on the research areas of the Natural History Museum, the reproductive cycle of dugongs, and the marine life of the Persian Gulf. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do you have a common theme or item that appears in each of your books?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hah! I do. Only one person has spotted it so far, and it began accidentally but it is so brilliant that I am now doing it deliberately, but I want it to be a secret that every reader can discover for themselves, so I’m not going to tell you what it is.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As far as themes go, food tends to play a big role in my books. But mostly I think it’s that I like to write about good, decent people trying to do the right thing in really difficult situations.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Who has inspired you as an author?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">India Grey was the first real live author I got to know. I admire the way that she can write tired old tropes and make it feel as though you’ve never seen them before. She really inspired me to believe that I had what it took to get published.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do you have any “must haves” with you while you’re writing?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Laptop. I tried writing on paper a couple of times but I just can’t do it.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">How do you remember ideas that come to you at odd times?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Usually I forget them. :( Occasionally I’ll make a note and sometimes the idea is so brilliant that I think of it again. But mostly I’m disorganised and don’t.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What are some of your favorite books? Who are you reading now?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’ve just finished reading three Regencies by Louise Allen which I enjoyed a lot (the Transformation of the Shelley Sisters series). I love Heyer and Balogh and lots of great historical romance authors. As far as contemporaries are concerned, I’m a huge fan of Sarah Morgan and Kate Hewitt.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What's next for you?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A couple of short stories. I’m also working on an Indulgence featuring a sexy French footballer. And hopefully some historicals!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Where can you be found online?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You can find Ros on <a href="https://twitter.com/#!/ros_clarke" target="blank">twitter</a>, at <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5087303.Ros_Clarke" target="blank">Goodreads</a>, and at her <a href="http://theoldshed.me/" target="blank">own blog</a>. Come and say hi!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do you have anything you'd like to ask our readers?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In The Oil Tycoon and Her Sexy Sheikh, the action moves from cold, damp, windswept Scotland where they snuggle up beside a wood fire and sip old whisky, to the scorching sands and burning sun of Saqat on the shore of the glittering Persian Gulf. For Khaled and Olivia, both places are equally romantic in their own way. Which would you prefer? Or somewhere else? Where’s your perfect romantic setting?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br /><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">About the book</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Oil Tycoon and Her Sexy Sheikh is part of Entangled’s Indugence line of contemporary category romances.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His duty, her dreams, undone by their desire…</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In the male-dominated oil industry, executive Olivia McInnes plays a careful game – she’s cold, uncompromising, and ambitious as hell. Once she seals the deal to drill in the clear waters of Saqat, she’ll finally prove herself worthy to take the reins of her father’s oil company. Her only obstacle is marine biologist – and Saqat’s royal heir – Sheih Khaled Ibm Saqat , who’s determined to protect both his people and his country from environmental devastation…</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It’s not long before Olivia’s icy cool exterior is shattered by the intelligent and wickedly hot sheikh, and business is surpassed by sweet, stolen pleasures. But outside the bedroom, there’s reality to be faced. Soon Khaled must return to his obligations – and his betrothed – in Saqat.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Caught between duty and ambition, can an oil tycoon and a sexy sheikh find room for love…or will this business deal spell disaster for them both?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">More details and an excerpt are available <a href="http://www.entangledpublishing.com/the-oil-tycoon-and-her-sexy-sheikh/" target="blank">here</a>.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Buy it at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Tycoon-Sexy-Sheikh-ebook/dp/B008LMNC5E" target="blank">Amazon (US)</a>, <a blank="blank" href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-oil-tycoon-and-her-sexy-sheikh-ros-clarke/1112117585%E2%80%9D%20target=">B&N</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Tycoon-Sexy-Sheikh-ebook/dp/B008LMNC5E/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1343159581&sr=1-1" target="blank">Amazon (UK)</a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5Z-AYS6YYg/UDWIfCBAmVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/kDPGKj4RIdY/s1600/coverquote%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5Z-AYS6YYg/UDWIfCBAmVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/kDPGKj4RIdY/s400/coverquote%5B1%5D" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">The Oil Tycoon and Her Sexy Sheikh</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ros Clarke</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Indulgence </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">an imprint of</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Entangled Publishing</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">July 14th 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">131 pages</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzboMszKZqM/UDWIBN6rKiI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Lz0juj07Q-s/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzboMszKZqM/UDWIBN6rKiI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Lz0juj07Q-s/s200/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">His duty, her dreams, undone by their desire...</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">In the male-dominated oil industry, executive Olivia McInnes plays a careful game - she's cold, uncompromising, and ambitious as hell. Once she seals the deal to drill in the clear waters of Saqat, she'll finally prove herself worthy to take the reins of her father's oil company. Her only obstacle is marine biologist - and Saqat's royal heir - Sheikh Khaled Ibm Saqat al Mayim, who's determined to protect both his people and his country from environmental devastation...</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">It's not long before Olivia's icy cool exterior is shattered by the intelligent and wickedly hot sheikh, and business is surpassed by sweet, stolen pleasures. But outside the bedroom, there's reality to be faced. Soon Khaled must return to his obligations - and his betrothed - in Saqat.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Caught between duty and ambition, can an oil tycoon and a sexy sheikh find room for love... or will this business deal spell disaster for them both?</span></span> <br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ6l8bCKNAg/UDWIAsBpQKI/AAAAAAAAArw/mtG0Wd_wobY/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="62" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ6l8bCKNAg/UDWIAsBpQKI/AAAAAAAAArw/mtG0Wd_wobY/s200/reviewbanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olivia and Khaled's story is captivating and compelling, it touches on a lot of current concerns along with their romance. I could tell throughout the book that Ms. Clarke had done her research for this story. She does a wonderful job of intertwining the environmental concerns of oil drilling with the issues that the couple have to overcome from Khaled's background everything from religion, cultural expectations and leadership responsibilities. Ms. Clarke </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">is a new author to me and I will </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">definitely</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> be looking for more from her. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> EBook copy provided for review by the author.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqYl6rNjng0/UDWH-DtoSEI/AAAAAAAAArY/n2zUY1t_WgI/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqYl6rNjng0/UDWH-DtoSEI/AAAAAAAAArY/n2zUY1t_WgI/s200/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ros is a writer, a student, a church worker, a crafter, a blogger, a twitterer, a lazy gardener, and an appalling housekeeper. She lives in a sixteenth century shed in England and is very glad that it has twenty-first century plumbing. She is interested in almost everything except cricket and football (US and UK) and mostly she likes happy endings in fiction and in real life. Ros has been writing stories for as long as she can remember, never dreaming that other people would be interested in reading them. A few years ago, she discovered a writing forum on the internet, and has never looked back. Her head--and her hard drive--are full of ideas for fresh, fun, contemporary romances that she hopes you'll love as much as she does.</span></span> <br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span> <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span> <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span>DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-35846960748294671842012-08-07T00:05:00.000-04:002012-08-07T01:12:13.198-04:00Taming Talia by Marie-Nicole Ryan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sizzlingpr.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/tamingtaliatour.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://sizzlingpr.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/tamingtaliatour.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1332956623l/13564193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1332956623l/13564193.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>Taming Talia</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Loving the Lawman Book 2</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Marie-Nicole Ryan</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Samhain Publishing</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">August 14th 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">188 pages</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lRMdAzfGZAQ/UCChrYOyYiI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ufh1_qy1MUE/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lRMdAzfGZAQ/UCChrYOyYiI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ufh1_qy1MUE/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><i><br /></i></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><i>"She'll take her pleasure hot...until it burns its way to the cold truth."</i></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">"Loving the Lawman, Book 2"</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Over her not-so-dearly-departed husband's grave, newly widowed Natalia Montrose vows to shake off the memories of her abusive marriage by bedding the first suitable man she meets. Enter handsome, flirtatious Jared Fields, who offers to help her manage her assets.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Natalia has no intention of giving up control of the ranch her father traded away-along with her hand-for gold. But she intends to enjoy this stranger's advances until all her desires are sated.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Jared is a rarity among Pinkerton agents. Well educated, the disowned black sheep of a wealthy New York City family, he enjoys the freedom afforded by his various assignments. But discovering whether the fiery Widow Montrose had her husband killed is a challenge with an unexpected twist. All he can think about is what he'll do when he gets her in bed.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Natalia and Jared circle each other warily, feeling the pull of sensual heat. But when the Blizzard of 1889 hits, the sexual sparks may not be enough to keep them warm...or alive.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Warning: Contains a sex-starved widow and a saddled-hardened Pinkerton agent who set the sheets afire.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIlgBk0kH-w/UCChqgMfXrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/RD4d42kMC8w/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIlgBk0kH-w/UCChqgMfXrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/RD4d42kMC8w/s320/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1271574689p5/1166849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1271574689p5/1166849.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">I'm an award winning romantic suspense author, and I've had a life-long love affair with books. I recently moved back to my old hometown in Western Kentucky. In addition to writing romantic suspense, I occasionally dabble in the erotic historical western genre.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">I'm a member of ROMANCE WRITERS OF AMERICA, MUSIC CITY ROMANCE WRITERS, and (PASIC) Published Authors Special Interest Chapter. When I served as the editor of MCRW's newsletter, Love Notes, we won the RWA small chapter newsletter contest for the year 2005.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZoaeW-zvDQ/UCChqxehubI/AAAAAAAAAp8/VqunUyGs_Js/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZoaeW-zvDQ/UCChqxehubI/AAAAAAAAAp8/VqunUyGs_Js/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Taming-Talia-ebook/dp/B008194788/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1344315258&sr=1-1&keywords=Taming+Talia" target="_blank">AMAZON</a></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/taming-talia-marie-nicole-ryan/1110684911?ean=9781619211254" target="_blank">BARNES & NOBLE</a></span><br /><br /><br /><br />DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-59928143457497744072012-08-06T00:05:00.000-04:002012-08-06T11:16:29.573-04:00Guest/Review/Giveaway! Brandi Evans author of His Forbidden Submissive<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwz_9a4H5_I/UB-_UcEaoRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/WNTTEjV61rg/s1600/brandipic%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwz_9a4H5_I/UB-_UcEaoRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/WNTTEjV61rg/s200/brandipic%255B1%255D" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hola, Lovelies!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm so honored you stopped by to learn a little about me and my newest release <i>His Forbidden Submissive</i>. This was such a fun (and sexy!) story to write, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. ;-)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'd also like to thank my wonderful host for having me here. You so totally rock! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now on with the show, LOL...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Since you write erotic romance, do you enjoy reading it? If so, what are some of your favorites?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do I enjoy reading erotic romance? Heck ya! It was my love of erotic romance that got my Muse's sexual juices really flowing. The love scenes just played themsevles out in my head. Over and over and over.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I decided to just start writing them down. *grin*</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yeah, it's hard to function with steamy, hotter-than-lava scenes playing out in my head when I'm trying to do mundane things like help the kids with homework or wash the dishes. Yeah, I know. I probably have issues only a shrink can work through, LOL.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Who do I have to thank for my, um, issues? The lovely, sexy, extremely talented Ms. Delilah Devlin. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Not only do I love, love, love her stories, I like her as a person. She's in my local RWA group. *grin* I can't tell you how much she inspired me--even if I found her extremely intimidating at first. But don't tell her I said that, LOL.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What about you, lovelies? Who's your fave erotica/erotic romance author? Dirty minds want to know. :-)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Later!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">~Brandi</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mv2wFcGfrQs/UB-_aGunW-I/AAAAAAAAAog/VK2IQOnuMio/s1600/HisForbiddenSubmissive_banner%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="81" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mv2wFcGfrQs/UB-_aGunW-I/AAAAAAAAAog/VK2IQOnuMio/s640/HisForbiddenSubmissive_banner%255B1%255D" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAw0OUHb8B4/UB-_SCCGWkI/AAAAAAAAAoA/3QLV_HI1RDI/s1600/Cover_HisForbiddenSubmissive%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAw0OUHb8B4/UB-_SCCGWkI/AAAAAAAAAoA/3QLV_HI1RDI/s1600/Cover_HisForbiddenSubmissive%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAw0OUHb8B4/UB-_SCCGWkI/AAAAAAAAAoA/3QLV_HI1RDI/s1600/Cover_HisForbiddenSubmissive%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;">His Forbidden Submissive</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brandi Evans</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Ellora's Cave</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">June 27th 2012 </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">169 pages</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmR6TUiNFc4/UB_BKSuJNoI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Mri0wmpOpes/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmR6TUiNFc4/UB_BKSuJNoI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Mri0wmpOpes/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">To find happiness, she must do something she swore she’d never do again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Let a man control her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">After beating cancer, Vivian goes on a mission to cleanse her life. First on the list, kicking her cheating, controlling husband to the curb. Second, discovering the answer to a question that’s been haunting her. Is the love she harbors for Brock, her bad-boy brother-in-law, genuine or a chemotherapy-induced illusion?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Brock loves a woman he can’t have. His brother’s wife. To claim her would be a betrayal. He knows loving her is wrong but he can’t help it. So when circumstances bring them back together, he can no longer deny his forbidden attraction, and they unite in a fury of passion, lust—and bondage.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">But Vivian isn’t prepared for Brock’s BDSM lifestyle, no matter how sexy he looks with his tats and leathers. After ten years with a controlling husband, submission is terrifying—but so is never being with Brock again. Submission or freedom? No matter which she chooses, her life will change forever. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6mS57035u4/UB_BIqmBttI/AAAAAAAAAos/wNzMtk3i388/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6mS57035u4/UB_BIqmBttI/AAAAAAAAAos/wNzMtk3i388/s320/excerptbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">Joy and pain lodged in his chest like the blunt blade of a butter knife. The memory of that time, of Vivian’s uterus riddled with cancer brought back dark memories.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">Oh god no. T</span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">he cancer! Was that why she was here?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">He grabbed her by the arms. “Is it the cancer? Is it back? Has it spread?” He’d shake the damn truth out of her if he had to.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">“No, Brock,” she whispered, her voice so soft, her smile reassuring. “I’m not here because the cancer’s back.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">“No cancer?” He just had to make sure.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">“None whatsoever.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">“Oh thank god.” Relief practically leveled him and he crushed her against him, clung to her, partly to feel close to her, but mostly to keep from falling flat on his ass. Holding her felt as damn natural as breathing. Her petite body fit perfectly against his. He never wanted to let her go.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">As if he needed another sign he was screwed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">He tightened his arms around her, bent close and buried his nose in the crevice of her neck. Her spicy, floral scent combined with the sensation of having her in his arms again. The dual stimuli rocked his resolve, threatened to overwhelm his better judgment.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">“Brock,” she whispered. “Brock.” Deep. Husky. Wanton. Seductive. Each word described the timbre of her voice. Each word doused gasoline on the fire raging below his belt.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">Christ.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">He pulled back, pushed her to arm’s length. Time to move their reunion along before he did something he’d regret.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";">Like her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58zL3EmoWf0/UB_BKONA34I/AAAAAAAAApE/ssCzx5gwSPw/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58zL3EmoWf0/UB_BKONA34I/AAAAAAAAApE/ssCzx5gwSPw/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58zL3EmoWf0/UB_BKONA34I/AAAAAAAAApE/ssCzx5gwSPw/s320/reviewbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";"></span></div><a name='more'></a><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho";"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is a great book! First of all I love erotica and second I like a "story" with my kink, not just sex...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Vivian has a lot of issues to overcome for them to find their HEA, I was so glad she was able to separate herself from her husbands abuse and Brock's lifestyle...two totally different things. I think that is what a lot of people don't understand about the lifestyle, that it is not abuse...it's safe, sane, consensual and this book went a long way toward explaining the difference. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was really glad that Viv had Anne (her attorney/friend) to talk to, she really helped Viv see how to handle everything. (I think there's a related story there with Anne waiting to be written! hint,hint) </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What can I say about Brock? hmmmm droolworthy is all I can think of! Loved him!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Vivian and Brock's story was really good, I found myself cheering them on through most of the book!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is an adult only book. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Review copy courtesy of the author.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FOuDER0xb5I/UB_BJgo6ypI/AAAAAAAAApA/78N1869Xl68/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FOuDER0xb5I/UB_BJgo6ypI/AAAAAAAAApA/78N1869Xl68/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/His-Forbidden-Submissive-ebook/dp/B008G3GHIW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1344258183&sr=1-1&keywords=Brandi+Evans" target="_blank">AMAZON</a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/his-forbidden-submissive-brandi-evans/1111935943?ean=9781419939976" target="_blank">BARNES & NOBLE</a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E12o8Glofu4/UB_BIdFdZsI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Vdph3ewTW9o/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E12o8Glofu4/UB_BIdFdZsI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Vdph3ewTW9o/s320/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Brandi Evans is a stay-at-home mom with a serious addiction…the compulsive need to tell sexy stories to whoever will listen.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She brings to life fun, flawed characters with kick-ass-and-take-no-prisoners attitudes who challenge her every step of the writing process. Whether inspiring a hot-and-heavy contemporary, a pulse-pounding suspense or a dark-and-decadent paranormal romance, her muse knows no boundaries. And she likes it that way. When veering outside the box, she never knows where her next story could take her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Website: http://<a href="http://www.brandievansauthor.com/">www.BrandiEvansAuthor.com</a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Blog: http://<a href="http://www.brandievansauthor.blogspot.com/">www.brandievansauthor.blogspot.com</a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Twitter: <a href="http://www.twitter.com/#!/brandi_evans">http://www.twitter.com/#!/brandi_evans</a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4373174.Brandi_Evans<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fF_H5ihKqac/UB_BI1UxL6I/AAAAAAAAAo4/pPmiryVT-Uk/s1600/giveawaybanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fF_H5ihKqac/UB_BI1UxL6I/AAAAAAAAAo4/pPmiryVT-Uk/s320/giveawaybanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt;"><b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brandi will be awarding a $10 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt;"><b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Don't forget to visit the other tour stops and comment to increase your chances of winning!!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 3.25pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1333812781l/13582542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1333812781l/13582542.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">DELIGHTING IN YOUR COMPANY</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Blair McDowell</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Rebel Ink Press</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">April 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">282 pages</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0423lTGixQ/UAllnbVW6CI/AAAAAAAAAl4/8omwyG6wYvA/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0423lTGixQ/UAllnbVW6CI/AAAAAAAAAl4/8omwyG6wYvA/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">What more could a girl ask for?</span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">When Amalie Ansett visits her elderly cousin on the small Caribbean island of St. Clements, the last thing she’s looking for is romance. Just out of a disastrous marriage, she’s ready to swear off men forever. That is until she meets local plantation owner, Jonathan Evans. He's tall, good looking, intelligent and incredibly sexy. What more could a girl ask for? </span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">An unsolved murder…</span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Then Amalie discovers the man she loves is a ghost. Only she can see and hear him. Perhaps he's real to her because Amalie is the image of her distant ancestor, Jonathan’s bride from an earlier time. Jonathan was murdered two hundred years ago and has no knowledge of who killed him or why.</span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">A perilous trip to the past…</span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">When Jonathan asks her to help him by returning with him to his past, Amalie is torn. If she helps him solve the mystery surrounding his death, she could lose him forever. If she doesn’t, she'll be stuck with a ghost for a lover. </span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">And a love that crosses the boundaries of time...</span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">To save Jonathan, Amalie agrees to travel with him back in time to the Caribbean of the 1800’s, when sugar reigned supreme and the slave trade was making fortunes for wealthy planters and ship owners. Her adventures there include a slave uprising, murder, deceit and an enduring love that crosses the boundaries of time.</span> </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qDVUgA0AnrA/UA6ZCiJdNBI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Ji8v8o08n9I/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qDVUgA0AnrA/UA6ZCiJdNBI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Ji8v8o08n9I/s320/reviewbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This was such a unique story..paranormal, time travel, romance, suspense, adventure...it has it all! One of those books that just kept getting better and better the more you read. It was very interesting to watch Amalie's character grow as the story progresses and Jonathan was so easy to fall in love with. I was fascinated with the history and beliefs of the Caribbean of the 1800's. I read this book in two sittings, I just lost track of time while reading, and that is the sign of a great book to me, if it can "take me away"! Ms. McDowell you definitely have a new fan! Review copy courtesy of the author.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uuUKKhLfIaw/UA6ZCBlccjI/AAAAAAAAAm8/bU4sYoX5TE8/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uuUKKhLfIaw/UA6ZCBlccjI/AAAAAAAAAm8/bU4sYoX5TE8/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">AMAZON <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B007UT37VI/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lovtorearom-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B007UT37VI">Delighting in Your Company</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=lovtorearom-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B007UT37VI" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /><br /> <br />BARNES & NOBLE <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/delighting-in-your-company-blair-mcdowell/1110198209?ean=2940014519335" target="_blank">Delighting in Your Company</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RmX4LG_PuA8/UA6ZBk-kJDI/AAAAAAAAAm0/uE2Mt4iUyU8/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RmX4LG_PuA8/UA6ZBk-kJDI/AAAAAAAAAm0/uE2Mt4iUyU8/s320/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/ba/74/595de4d68a8a0a7e9d9ae9.L._SX80_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/ba/74/595de4d68a8a0a7e9d9ae9.L._SX80_.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I started to write soon after I found my first pencil. But I began to write for publication about 30 years ago -- professional books. I wrote six of them, all still in print and still in use. Only lately have I turned to fiction. I'd have done it a lot sooner if I'd had any idea how much fun it was!<br /><br />I've lived in many different places. The US -- Certain cities call to me. I love San Francisco and Seattle and the wonderful Oregon Coast. Australia -- among the most open welcoming people in the world, and a wide open young country with incredible land and sea scapes, with amazing animal and bird life right out of science fiction. Canada -- HOME. The place where I belong.<br /><br />I travel a lot. I usually spend the month of October in Europe, Greece or Italy, and the winter in a little house I built many years ago on a small non-touristy Caribbean Island. I have worked and studied in many places -- Hungary, Australia the US and Canada, and have spoken in most of the States and Provinces as well as Taiwan and various cities in Europe. I enjoy being surrounded by cultures other than my own. I enjoy my own as well -- but variety is indeed the spice of my life.<br /><br />I keep busy -- and I love my life. I love meeting the people who come here to the west coast of Canada and stay in my B&B. I love traveling after the tourist season is over. And I love writing. My interests?? Music, especially opera, reading everything in print, and Writing. And walking on the beach and swimming. At one point I had hoped to swim in every major sea and ocean. I've realized that may not be possible in one lifetime -- but trying has been fun!<br /><br />I am a member of the Romance Writers of America, Romance Writers of America (Greater Vancouver Chapter), and the Romance Writers of America (Women's Fiction).</span> </div>DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-15189428144992841172012-07-23T00:05:00.000-04:002012-07-23T00:05:00.795-04:00Retreat Hell! She Just Got Here by Heather Long<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1335285583l/13615384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1335285583l/13615384.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><h1 class="parseasinTitle " style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span id="btAsinTitle"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">Retreat Hell! She Just Got Here</span></span></h1><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></div><h1 class="parseasinTitle " style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.7em; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(1 Night Stand Series)</span></h1><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Heather Long</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Decadent Publishing</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">April 21st 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">37 pages</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRWw4BNHl74/UAig0m4s_NI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/rUtYOMmW4vA/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRWw4BNHl74/UAig0m4s_NI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/rUtYOMmW4vA/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">She’s one of the few…</span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">Jazz has been one of the guys for over a decade, serving her country with distinction, but she longs to explore her femininity, to be desired as a woman, to flirt, cavort and fulfill every sexual desire. When her mother, of all people, signs her up for a 1Night Stand, she’s not sure whether to be exhilarated or pissed. She flew all the way to Las Vegas on the promise of a total escape, to be Jasmine for just one night, because tomorrow, she plans to re-up for another five years.</span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">They’re two of the proud…</span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">Logan Cavanaugh grew up across the street from his best friend and ‘brother’ Zach Evans. Inseparable, the two shared everything until a year before when an IED attack took out the Humvee they traveled in with Colonel Dexter. Zach suffered a concussion, but Logan’s injuries were far more extensive. After a year of physical therapy, he can walk, but he’ll never run or love a woman again, or so he fears. Logan seemed ready to accept his impotence until Zach came home. Now the ‘brothers’ are in Vegas to meet the perfect woman, the woman who can heal Logan’s confidence and masculinity.</span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">They’re all Marines…</span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">They’ve shared everything, but will one night be enough?</span> </span></div><div><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5xopAxu-rs/UAig0NRiEvI/AAAAAAAAAlI/sayyDPxdo4A/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5xopAxu-rs/UAig0NRiEvI/AAAAAAAAAlI/sayyDPxdo4A/s320/reviewbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">Great short story! Wish it was longer...I wanted to spend more time with Jazz, Logan and Zach!! Ms. Long did a great job with the characters and plot line especially since it was done in so few words.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">I found myself hoping that Jazz would get her night of being desired as a woman, that Logan would realize he wasn't impotent after all, and all in a one night stand. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">I've read about ten of the </span></span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;">1 Night Stand Series and have really enjoyed them all, they are great when you just have a few minutes to read and need that romance/sizzling sex "fix"! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">Review copy complements of the author.</span></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UEiGdr2PrSg/UAigzn16AfI/AAAAAAAAAlA/AUu1Doh5rO0/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UEiGdr2PrSg/UAigzn16AfI/AAAAAAAAAlA/AUu1Doh5rO0/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">AMAZON </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B007WMZC8O/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lovtorearom-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B007WMZC8O" style="background-color: white;">Retreat Hell! 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She Just Got Here</span></span><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=lovtorearom-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B007WMZC8O" style="background-color: white; border: none !important; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F6Lei2tDf7U/UAigzZAnUbI/AAAAAAAAAk4/FTVeW5FYuEU/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F6Lei2tDf7U/UAigzZAnUbI/AAAAAAAAAk4/FTVeW5FYuEU/s320/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1335040296p5/2959976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="194" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1335040296p5/2959976.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Heather Long lives in North Texas with her family and their menagerie of animals. As a child, Heather skipped picture books and enjoyed the Harlequin romance novels by Penny Jordan and Nora Roberts that her grandmother read to her. Heather believes that laughter is as important to life as breathing and that the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus are very real. In the meanwhile, she is hard at work on her next novel.</span> </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-31733995407124108522012-07-20T00:05:00.000-04:002012-07-20T00:05:00.291-04:00Still Hot for You by Diane Escalera<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span><br /><h2 style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wys13419SVA/T8f6zzLMI6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/SdToZecF7XM/s1600/stillhotforyou2%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wys13419SVA/T8f6zzLMI6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/SdToZecF7XM/s400/stillhotforyou2%5B1%5D" width="266" /></a></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></i></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">Still Hot for You</i></span></h2><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Diane Escalera<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Lyrical Press, Inc.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">March 19, 2012</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">79 Pages</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEkJ0lkgWCI/T8ggoYMU1bI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tPrBwjY8D1U/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEkJ0lkgWCI/T8ggoYMU1bI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tPrBwjY8D1U/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><div style="color: #2b1e1b;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; text-align: left;"><i>Want to get your man talking? Give him booty!</i></span><br style="color: #181818; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #181818; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #181818; text-align: left;">Desperate times call for desperate measures. And Shay LaCosta is pretty desperate. She's wrecked her blissful marriage of five years by demanding she and her husband Dylan have a baby. What the hell was she thinking? She knows she was wrong and she’s ready to set things right, if only Dylan will let her. Bet he can’t shun her Booty Camp offer: delicious, white-hot sex in exchange for what’s going on inside his brain.</span><br style="color: #181818; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #181818; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #181818; text-align: left;">Dylan may be macho and stubborn, but he really does miss his wife. A little of Shay's pushing gets him past their estrangement and into her web of seduction. She seems to have an erotic week mapped out to perfection, and who is he to complain? Their marriage is meant to be, so they'll fight with each other, and they'll fight for each other.</span><br style="color: #181818; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #181818; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #181818; text-align: left;">WARNING: Racy Language, Hot Sex, Seduction</span></span></div><div style="color: #2b1e1b;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #2b1e1b;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xp6EQuZc_ns/T8gg7FSm0ZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zen5vy_ncH4/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xp6EQuZc_ns/T8gg7FSm0ZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zen5vy_ncH4/s320/excerptbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #2b1e1b;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #2b1e1b;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #2b1e1b;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #2b1e1b;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #2b1e1b;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #2b1e1b;"></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shay’s heart rate kicked up a notch when Dylan entered her space. She looked at her husband. Poor guy. Worry filled those pretty blue eyes that five years later, still melted her on contact. He looked beat. But gorgeous.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Propped against the doorframe, he watched her suspiciously. His gaze lingered on her snug denim cut-offs. Slowly, his focus trailed up to her white, spaghetti-strap cami that did nothing to hide her erect tan nipples.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shay held her breath. She titled her head to the side, and her smooth dark hair cascaded in lush waves over her shoulder.</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What’s up?” Dylan asked, in a husky tone.</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Most days, she had already gone to bed when he got home from work. They rarely saw each other, let alone when Shay was dressed like <i>that</i>. “Hungry?”</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She stepped into the light so he could see every inch of her sweet curves. Her husband flinched and she knew she’d gotten to him. Good. Because this was what he’d been missing.</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dylan dropped his work stuff on the kitchen stool. He looked at her, his gaze sweeping her up and down again. “You cooked?”</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Uh-huh.” She took in his handsome face. Did he still love her? “Shocking, huh?”</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He nodded. “About as shocking as…” His chin pointed at her transparent top. “What is this? The calm before the storm?” His jaw tightened. He looked like he was waiting for a bomb to drop.</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It’s just shorts and a tank,” she said, shrugging it off. Underneath, her body felt tingly and nervous. Hopefully, she wasn’t making a fool of herself. What if he rejected her? <i>Whatever</i>. She had to give it a shot. “I’m just about done here. Why don’t you go change while I finish up?”</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He stared straight ahead. “Okay.”</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She watched him stroll away, his gait strong, fit and purposeful. She didn’t want to be angry with Dylan anymore. After months of mulish behavior, she’d rationalized her situation. At twenty-nine, she had plenty of time to start a family. It’s not like Dylan didn’t want kids. He did. He just had this need to secure their future first. The man showed tenacity, but didn’t she love that about him?</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While he changed, Shay spread out the meal. She used the good china and lit a line of candles down the center of the table. Dimming the overhead lamp instantly transformed the mood to soft and relaxing. Barefoot, she sauntered over to the stereo and clicked on the CD player, already loaded with atmosphere music. She chose something not too romantic, just a light, melodic tune.</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Back at the table, she tinkered with the wineglasses. She straightened a fork, aligned the salad dressing.</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Whoa,” Dylan said from the hallway.</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She looked over her shoulder and smiled. Dropping into a tall, cushioned chair, she kept her eyes on him as he strode her way.</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Faded jeans hung low on his waist. A white athletic undershirt smothered his hard upper body. Wide arms pressed against a V-shaped torso. Bright eyes contrasted with spiky dark hair. At thirty-two, Dylan was pure hotness. “Going all out tonight?” He checked out the glamorous display.</span></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yep.” Her eyes raked over the tribal armband tattoo inked into his upper left arm. God, it was sexy. God, <i>he</i> was sexy. Almost as sexy as the first time she’d seen him in her father’s living room. He’d come with his own dad, a carpenter who’d been hired to work around her parents’ estate. It’d been an instant, mutual, heated attraction. Tall, dark and proud, he’d made a tool belt look like a sex toy. Blue eyes and a sinister grin--she had fallen hard.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9K6fP6rSl4/UAQbtWXXt6I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aMpNbVjfyTU/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9K6fP6rSl4/UAQbtWXXt6I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aMpNbVjfyTU/s320/reviewbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9K6fP6rSl4/UAQbtWXXt6I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aMpNbVjfyTU/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="blockquoteflind" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This was a good novella to read in one sitting. Shay and Dylan have grown apart after five years of marriage and her strong desire to have a child that Dylan isn't ready for. Shay has made it her priority to get them back to the great sex and close communications they had earlier in their marriage. Ms. Escalera did a great job with the characters and plot, even though it was a short read she achieved a lot of depth. 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The sultry paradise is a steady source of inspiration for her hot love stories. Diane is married, has two children and a super cute dachshund she can’t get enough of. She writes contemporary romance, and is published with Kensington Publishing and Lyrical Press.</span></span></div><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #2b1e1b; line-height: 13.8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #2b1e1b; line-height: 13.8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To find Diane on the web:</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #2b1e1b; line-height: 13.8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #2b1e1b; line-height: 13.8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #93584d; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.dianeescalera.com/" target="_blank">Website</a></span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #2b1e1b; line-height: 13.8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #2b1e1b; line-height: 13.8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #93584d; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/DianeEscaleraOfficial" target="_blank">Facebook</a></span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #2b1e1b; line-height: 13.8pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 13.8pt; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.twitter.com/DianeEscalera" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Twitter</span></span></a><span style="color: #2b1e1b; font-family: serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div style="color: #2b1e1b;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #2b1e1b;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #181818; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div>DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-28186608062896586262012-07-19T00:05:00.000-04:002012-07-19T00:05:00.844-04:00Sara Brookes author of Chasing Sin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MYCS-Ts1WzE/UAdnvSrwecI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Xcu4svWLpRQ/s1600/VBT_Chasing_Sin_Banner_copy%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MYCS-Ts1WzE/UAdnvSrwecI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Xcu4svWLpRQ/s320/VBT_Chasing_Sin_Banner_copy%5B1%5D" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Our guest today is Sara Brookes author of Chasing Sin. </span><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Il7UP770VFg/UAdnmrqExfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GIHjtQLQtiQ/s1600/MEDIA_KIT_Author_Photo%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Il7UP770VFg/UAdnmrqExfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GIHjtQLQtiQ/s1600/MEDIA_KIT_Author_Photo%255B1%255D" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I get asked a lot about what my favorite genre is to write. Since I write in a wide variety of genres, that’s not surprising. There is no easy answer either. Why? I read a wide variety of books, watch a wide variety of movies and even listen to a wide array of music. Every story is different. From urban fantasy, futuristic, paranormal to contemporary—every situation is unique. Even more so because for the past two years, the majority of my work has been erotic romance featuring BDSM elements. That’s pretty unique itself.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While Chasing Sin doesn’t have any BDSM elements, it did allow me to combine a contemporary story where science plays heavily into the character’s lives. For me, that’s where the fun resides. And I can usually slide some kind of geeky bit into a book I’ve written—regardless of the genre. And sometimes it’s not even a character’s career. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In Chasing Sin, my storm chasers are obviously all scientists. But, like most of my stories, there are also little things that are probably only evident to me. And that’s usually why I do it—again, regardless of genre. Bet you’re wondering now, right? *g* How about a silly example: During the hurricane in Chasing Sin, Kate goes to her family’s home in Texas on Sulaco Island. Texas is real, obviously, but Sulaco Island is fictional. In fact, the name of the island was taken from the USS Sulaco, a fictional spaceship from the movie Aliens (did I happen to mention I’m a movie geek?). <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There is usually always some kind of pop culture reference in my books no matter the genre. I’ve been known to make reference to Star Trek, Star Wars, Superman, Batman, X-Men, Blade Runner, etc—obviously not all at the same time. As long as I get the opportunity to inset an obscure reference that a few people may get, writing across all genres will always be my favorite. </span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U-E7jlMKv54/UAdns4wNgNI/AAAAAAAAAjw/I7TXo5Muz7M/s1600/MEDIA_KIT_Book_Cover%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U-E7jlMKv54/UAdns4wNgNI/AAAAAAAAAjw/I7TXo5Muz7M/s400/MEDIA_KIT_Book_Cover%255B1%255D" width="242" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X1J6Crq4_eo/UAdn7wdIAOI/AAAAAAAAAkc/xWQJ3oyqYpk/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X1J6Crq4_eo/UAdn7wdIAOI/AAAAAAAAAkc/xWQJ3oyqYpk/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Every spring, Kate risks her life chasing violent storms. Tired of watching her take unnecessary chances, two of her closest friends offer a different thrill. Devoted lovers Snyder and Tripp don’t just share a passion for nature’s fury; they long to have the fearless woman between them.<br />Though she is reluctant, she also knows the proposition is too irresistible to refuse. Her acceptance leads to an explosive night of no-holes-barred sex for the threesome. However, when morning dawns, she realizes this type of unusual relationship isn’t one she belongs in.<br />Despite her best efforts to keep the men at arm’s length, Kate finds herself facing down the storm of the century with them at her side. With Mother Nature intruding, the trio discovers shelter in each other’s arms. With the hurricane raging outside and passion raging inside, everything is at stake.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1NJEZaTp1g/UAdn6jW4JnI/AAAAAAAAAkI/IidejJ3wlzc/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1NJEZaTp1g/UAdn6jW4JnI/AAAAAAAAAkI/IidejJ3wlzc/s320/excerptbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“We’re looking at a direct hit. Almost as if we had a great big target on my roof.” Sometimes it was all about knowing your gut and he’d bet anything those instincts drove her forecast. Kate sighed heavily as she pushed away from the table. “Though I don’t think it’s going to strengthen any more. Unless I’m wrong about that too.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Doubt was a natural part of this business and he’d seen her have it enough to know she didn’t truly believe she’d made an error. “Should I remind you that after five years of chasing together you’ve never been wrong?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her eyes cut to the computer. “I think in this case I wish I was.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Wish you were what?” Tripp’s voice, still thick with sleep, sounded behind Snyder. He pressed a quick kiss to the back of Snyder’s neck as he passed, and Snyder took a moment to admire the way his ass moved under the towel he’d slung around his hips. “Got any coffee?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Third cabinet on the left. Top shelf.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Snyder watched Kate’s focus return to the laptop but he’d seen something that caused him to smile. It had been subtle, and if he hadn’t been watching her, he would have missed it completely.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But seen it he had.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That faint shimmer of those strong eyes, the flash of red on her cheeks when Tripp came up behind him and kissed his neck, was hard to simply ignore. Whatever reason had driven her out of the hotel room that night hadn’t been because of the lack of desire. The brief flare had been enough to tell him she wanted them both still.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lucky for them, sitting around waiting for this monster to get here at the end of the week left him plenty of time to get to the bottom of things. One of the few times he was certainly going to appreciate the downtime.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xcgJVFAm2jk/UAdn7pP9U7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/1V46O5nA8uw/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="99" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xcgJVFAm2jk/UAdn7pP9U7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/1V46O5nA8uw/s320/reviewbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ms. Brookes has done a wonderful job with just the right amount of romance, adventure, angst, and hot sex! I love that the characters are scientists/storm chasers. I felt a real "kinship" with them weathering a hurricane in Kate's hometown in Texas. I have lost two homes to hurricanes in my life so I can def relate! The relationship between Snyder and Tripp is great, they are so devoted to each other. I was anxiously awaiting to find out if Kate was going to be a part of their HEA or stay out there on her own. I highly recommend if you like m/m/f with an awesome adventure and love story thrown in! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Copy for review courtesy of the author.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHmQlNlVfMc/UAdn7DzjTyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/CoUqJSyVvSg/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHmQlNlVfMc/UAdn7DzjTyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/CoUqJSyVvSg/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">AMAZON <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B007Y6B0UC/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lovtorearom-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B007Y6B0UC" style="background-color: white;">Chasing Sin</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=lovtorearom-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B007Y6B0UC" style="background-color: white; border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">BARNES & NOBLE <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/chasing-sin-sara-brookes/1110589948?ean=9781419940057" target="_blank">Chasing Sin</a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6u1Lqhv607Y/UAdn6EzcKXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/nOWT2Frh9sU/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6u1Lqhv607Y/UAdn6EzcKXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/nOWT2Frh9sU/s320/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sara Brookes is an award-winning author who has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story. Born and bred in Virginia, Sara still lives there with her husband and daughter. The entire family is owned by two cats, Galahad and Loki, who graciously allow the family to cater to their every desire.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> </b><b style="background-color: white;"> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">LINKS:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Website: <a href="http://www.sarabrookes.net/" target="_blank">www.sarabrookes.net</a><br />Twitter: @sara_brookes<br />Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/brookesofbooks" target="_blank">http://www.facebook.com/brookesofbooks</a><br />Buy link: <a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10037-chasing-sin.aspx" target="_blank">http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10037-chasing-sin.aspx</a><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b></b><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1S2CELEvC0/UAdrH93VrlI/AAAAAAAAAks/D8tq1VVaHuo/s1600/giveawaybanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1S2CELEvC0/UAdrH93VrlI/AAAAAAAAAks/D8tq1VVaHuo/s320/giveawaybanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">PRIZE INFORMATION<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Author is giving away </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">$50.00 gift card to Amazon </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">for one random commenter on this tour</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><br />DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-70345891605992968892012-07-18T23:16:00.000-04:002012-07-18T23:21:22.572-04:00Jesse by C. H. Admirand<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1325642248l/13126711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1325642248l/13126711.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">JESSE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The Secret Life of Cowboys</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">C. H. Admirand</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sourcebooks Inc</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">July 1st 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">238 pages</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xifg71RkIc/UAL22v55FOI/AAAAAAAAAic/lsVBJOezKsY/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xifg71RkIc/UAL22v55FOI/AAAAAAAAAic/lsVBJOezKsY/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div id="yui_3_5_1_1_1342371809739_2763" style="border: 0px none; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: 8px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span id="yui_3_5_1_1_1342371809739_2765" style="border: 0px none; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><b>Loneliness Will Take a Man Places...</b></span></div><div id="yui_3_5_1_1_1342371809739_2754" style="border: 0px none; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: 8px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Jesse Garahan has plenty of Irish charm, but having had his heart demolished twice, he's sworn off women forever. Until the fateful day he meets Danielle Brockway and her tiny daughter on their way to their new home in Pleasure, Texas.</div><div id="yui_3_5_1_1_1342371809739_2756" style="border: 0px none; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: 8px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span id="yui_3_5_1_1_1342371809739_2755" style="border: 0px none; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><b>But There May Be Places He Doesn't Want To Go...</b></span></div><div id="yui_3_5_1_1_1342371809739_2757" style="border: 0px none; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: 8px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Fiercely protective of her little girl, Danielle isn't about to let Jesse get anywhere close enough to hurt either of them, no matter how much longing she sees in his eyes...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q-KKva74S4/UAL3EfANWnI/AAAAAAAAAjE/uY76IrsNmRI/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q-KKva74S4/UAL3EfANWnI/AAAAAAAAAjE/uY76IrsNmRI/s320/reviewbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div id="yui_3_5_1_1_1342371809739_2757" style="border: 0px none; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: 8px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Jesse is the third book in The Secret Life of Cowboys series. IMHO it is the best one! I fell in love with Jesse in the first two books so enjoying him as the main character in this book was the best. Danielle is so protective of her little pink cowgirl I wasn't sure if she was going to let Jesse get close to either of them, some of the things that came out of that child's mouth had me cracking up, she is so precocious. The interaction between Dylan, Tyler and Jessie had me laughing out loud too and it was great seeing the way having women in their lives had changed the two older brothers, for the better I think! Highly recommend all three of these wonderful cowboys for a great escape!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Thank you to NetGalley and Sourcebooks for review copy.</span></span></div><div id="yui_3_5_1_1_1342371809739_2757" style="border: 0px none; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: 8px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3QaQOvhfmM/UAL3D0WYENI/AAAAAAAAAi8/LSbIDun3DNA/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3QaQOvhfmM/UAL3D0WYENI/AAAAAAAAAi8/LSbIDun3DNA/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div id="yui_3_5_1_1_1342371809739_2757" style="border: 0px none; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: 8px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">AMAZON <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B007ZI085C/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B007ZI085C&linkCode=as2&tag=lovtorearom-20">Jesse (The Secret Life of Cowboys)</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=lovtorearom-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B007ZI085C" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">BARNES & NOBLE Jesse (The Secret Life of Cowboys)</span><br /><br /></div><div id="yui_3_5_1_1_1342371809739_2757" style="border: 0px none; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: 8px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HpBQaJubZKk/UAL3C5BGkeI/AAAAAAAAAik/2JiGk6SO5BY/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HpBQaJubZKk/UAL3C5BGkeI/AAAAAAAAAik/2JiGk6SO5BY/s320/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div id="yui_3_5_1_1_1342371809739_2757" style="border: 0px none; font: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: 8px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1204924494p5/212657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="170" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1204924494p5/212657.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong style="color: #181818; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Southern born... Northern bred</strong><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">I was born in Aiken, South Carolina, but alas, my parents moved back to northern New Jersey where I grew up, which if you’ve met me would explain a lot. I’ve always had my nose in a book, have traveled the world over, and even tested the time-space continuum, thanks to the awesome power of the written word.</span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">My love for the written word is a gift from my parents, but the need to write was instilled by my 7th Grade English teacher. One of my writing quirks is that I love to include bits and pieces of my ancestors and ancestry in all of my books. Check out my fun facts and genealogy page to see which characters are named after family or friends. </span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Fate, destiny and love at first sight will always play a large part in my stories because they played a major role in my life. When I saw my husband for the first time, I knew he was the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I’ve loved him forever…well…more than half my life. Each and every hero I write about has a few of Dave’s best qualities, his honesty, his integrity, his compassion for those in need and his killer broad shoulders. I’m such a sucker for a man with broad shoulders.</span> </span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>DeborahRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555389374383032181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-86003781947310210692012-07-18T00:05:00.000-04:002012-07-18T00:05:00.579-04:00Giveaway/Review Beneath the Surface by Joya Fields<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QxWYS5aNoMo/T_249NN59NI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3FEGgSiLsPQ/s1600/MyPostcard-page1-1%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QxWYS5aNoMo/T_249NN59NI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3FEGgSiLsPQ/s400/MyPostcard-page1-1%5B1%5D" width="400" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uA0tiy8sA_k/T_7_ElqAV_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/_hjE5p6upqo/s1600/BeneaththeSurface_w5809_300%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uA0tiy8sA_k/T_7_ElqAV_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/_hjE5p6upqo/s400/BeneaththeSurface_w5809_300%5B1%5D" width="266" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>BENEATH THE SURFACE</i></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Joya Fields</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Wild Rose Press</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">January 17th 2012</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">254 pages</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLd6cubGXuI/T_7-oSM_fCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5NHPV2DNPi0/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLd6cubGXuI/T_7-oSM_fCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5NHPV2DNPi0/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She’s fighting to stay independent—he’s determined to protect her no matter what…</span></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Brooke Richards survived the earthquake that took her parents and most of her leg, but she needs time to regroup. A trip to Florida for a state-of-the-art prosthesis and to visit her best friend Linda seems ideal. But the trip turns traumatic when Brooke witnesses Linda’s boat disintegrating in a fiery explosion.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Police officer Garrett Ciavello believes the blast was intentionally set to hide something Linda found on a dive. When Brooke offers her expertise in underwater archeology, Garrett accepts her help with the investigation. But since his fiancée’s death years ago, Garrett has become overprotective, and as they are drawn to each other, Garrett realizes he will risk anything to keep Brooke safe.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Brooke is fiercely independent. Garrett is fiercely protective. Will they heal each other’s wound and find a killer…before it’s too late?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kscH_a50TlA/T_7-mUwWiyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6aUb3gXmJjM/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kscH_a50TlA/T_7-mUwWiyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6aUb3gXmJjM/s320/excerptbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For the first time since the accident, Brooke forgot about her leg. Forgot about all she’d lost and focused on the way Garrett made her feel.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> She knew she needed to stop him. She should find a way to resist the temptation to be with him. But for a few minutes, she could enjoy the taste of him, the feel of him, couldn’t she?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> He dropped his hands to her waist and softened the kiss before trailing a line of kisses down her neck. A weak cry slipped from her mouth. “Garrett,” she whispered.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> She should stop this now before it got any more intense.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> He lifted her chin and forced her to meet his brown eyes, smoky with desire. Heat spiraled to her middle and she caught a whiff of his sawdust scent.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> “I…I can walk you back to your own room before I head to mine.” His voice broke as he whispered.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> She swallowed hard. She couldn’t do this right now with him. Too many obstacles stood in their way. But as she looked in his somber eyes, she realized none of those complications were bigger than her need for Garrett.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> “Let’s go to your room,” she said, her voice shaking. She moved her hands inside his shirt and ran them over his tight abs and chest. Heat soared through her body at the feel of him. “Together…”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /><a name='more'></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fttxhlSj3x8/T_7-niGjf1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/g9BI2ycSyqc/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fttxhlSj3x8/T_7-niGjf1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/g9BI2ycSyqc/s320/reviewbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I especially enjoyed this book, it was set in south Florida and having lived in the area for 15 years it was familiar to me. Ms. Fields did an excellent job handling Brooke's handicap and especially the way it seemed to make no difference at all to Garrett. I was fascinated by Brooke's expertise in </span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">underwater archaeology, I am going to have to do some more research on that particular field, it seems very interesting! </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Last but not least Garrett is absolutely yummy! Don't start this book unless you plan on staying up late! I read it all in one sitting because I was so caught up in solving the crime and spending time with Brooke and Garrett to see them find their HEA! </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Review copy provided by the author.</span><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4Z8xYJqt2A/T_7-nLdS7MI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0pcOUzOBEh0/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4Z8xYJqt2A/T_7-nLdS7MI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0pcOUzOBEh0/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">AMAZON </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B006Z8PY20/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lovtorearom-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B006Z8PY20">Beneath the Surface</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=lovtorearom-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B006Z8PY20" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></span> <br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">BARNES & NOBLE <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/beneath-the-surface-joya-fields/1108210277" target="_blank">Beneath the Surface</a></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPkgDTv6rRk/T_7-mC4F7fI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8SZJ4ekswDk/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPkgDTv6rRk/T_7-mC4F7fI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8SZJ4ekswDk/s320/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6bNK2X-ANI/T_7-7rrpMAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cW88f35se1E/s1600/FieldsAuthorPhoto%255B1%255D.jpg%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6bNK2X-ANI/T_7-7rrpMAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cW88f35se1E/s200/FieldsAuthorPhoto%255B1%255D.jpg%255B1%255D" width="160" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Joya Fields has had over 100 stories and articles published in local and national magazines and her debut novel, BENEATH THE SURFACE, a romantic suspense, released in January, 2012. LOVE DELIVERED, a contemporary romance, is also now available.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Over the years, Joya has taught arts and crafts, worked in public relations, owned a daycare center, helped her children raise prize-winning 4-H livestock, competed in three marathons, and even spent a year as a Baltimore Colts cheerleader. Joya loves spending time with her high school sweetheart/husband of over twenty years, two very supportive children, and a pug who follows her everywhere. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b id="yui_3_2_0_4_1342102201333781" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Joya Fields Online:</span></b></div><div class="yiv354520378MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Website <a href="http://www.joyafields.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: #234786; outline: 0px;" target="_blank"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1342108051_1" style="color: #366388; cursor: pointer;">http://www.joyafields.com/</span></a></span></div><div class="yiv354520378MsoNoSpacing" id="yui_3_2_0_4_1342102201333784"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Blog <a href="http://joyafieldswriting.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: #234786; outline: 0px;" target="_blank"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1342108051_2" style="color: #366388; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8YJnb33Jrc/T_7-miYjZJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/84vA8G21wKg/s1600/giveawaybanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8YJnb33Jrc/T_7-miYjZJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/84vA8G21wKg/s320/giveawaybanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Giving away an ecopy of the book, along with Beneath the Surface Romance Trading Cards and a signed bookmark to one commenter at each blog (10).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NfgBVW3s8MM/UAYG3rBG8uI/AAAAAAAAAjc/gDcCFu2nihk/s1600/Swag+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NfgBVW3s8MM/UAYG3rBG8uI/AAAAAAAAAjc/gDcCFu2nihk/s1600/Swag+1.JPG" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Additionally</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, a grand prize drawing of a Beneath the Surface tote bag filled with goodies for one commenter, drawn randomly, who comments on all 10 blogs that day: $25 Amazon gift card, autographed copy of Beneath the Surface, Beneath the Surface apron, notepad and pen, Romance Trading Cards, and autographed bookmark.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a class="rafl" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/9822da17/" id="rc-9822da17" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a><br /><script src="//d12vno17mo87cx.cloudfront.net/embed/rafl/cptr.js"></script><br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Don't forget to visit all the other blogs on this tour....</span></o:p></div><div style="line-height: 15px; text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><center><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://smittenwithreading.blogspot.com/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank">Smitten with Reading</a> </span></center><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.reviewingshelf.wordpress.com/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank" title=" Reviewing Shelf ">Reviewing Shelf</a><br /><a href="http://coziecorner.blogspot.com/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank" title="My Cozie Corner">My Cozie Corner</a> </span><center><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://dream-reader-dreamer2229.blogspot.com/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank" title="Books, Books, and More Books">Books, Books, and More Books</a> </span></center><center><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://lilgracielou.blogspot.com/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank"> T</a><a href="http://lilgracielou.blogspot.com/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank" title="The Story of A Girl...">he Story of A Girl...</a><a href="http://lilgracielou.blogspot.com/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank" title="The Story of A Girl..."></a><br /> <a href="http://understandingshaestory.blogspot.com/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank" title="Understanding Shae's Story">Understanding Shae's Story</a> </span></center><center><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://purplepenguinreviews.blogspot.com/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank" title=" Purple Penguin Reviews">Purple Penguin Reviews</a> </span></center><center><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <a href="http://thestephanieloves.blogspot.com/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank" title="¡Miraculous!">¡Miraculous!</a> </span></center><center><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://datesbooks.blogspot.com/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank" title="A Date with A Book">A Date with A Book</a> </span></center><center><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <a href="http://tbr-io.blogspot.com/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank" title="T B R">T B R</a> </span></center><center><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.simplistik.org/lissetteemanning/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank" title="Lissette E. Manning">Lissette E. Manning</a> </span></center><center><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <a href="http://writingcrazyme.blogspot.com/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank" title="Words I Write Crazy">Words I Write Crazy</a> </span></center><center><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <a href="http://reenajacobs.com/blog/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank" title="”Ramblings"></a><a href="http://reenajacobs.com/blog/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://reenajacobs.com/blog/" style="color: #37445b;" target="_blank" title="”Ramblings">Ramblings of an Amateur Writer</a> </span></center><center><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><a href="http://anightsdreamofbooks.blogspot.com/" style="background-color: white; color: #37445b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;" target="_blank" title="A Night's Dream of Books">A Night's Dream of Books</a></center></div><center><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></center><center><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></center><center><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></center>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15936584615013251694noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-73190674011580241822012-07-17T00:05:00.000-04:002012-07-17T08:26:00.312-04:00Just One More by Stephanie Beck<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1313755963l/12382988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1313755963l/12382988.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">JUST ONE MORE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Stephanie Beck</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Beachwalk Press</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">August 13th 2011</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">297 pages</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg-ikcG2huM/T_sVK5qrrAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/S0lIF9UjYoI/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg-ikcG2huM/T_sVK5qrrAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/S0lIF9UjYoI/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><b>Two is enough, but three could be everything.</b></em><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Kit and Adam Jacobs know what their marriage needs—Gavan Karik. He's the one man they both want and the only one who can make their relationship complete.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Making Gav part of the family comes with a price. Family, infidelity and self-worth issues plague Gav, but Adam and Kit are willing to tackle those issues if Gav is willing to commit.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For every problem they conquer, another one pops up. Not only are the three adults working to meld a broken family into one, they're also struggling with a blackmailer threatening to out the two men's sexuality and issues with the kids being mistreated at school. With each battle all three have to decide if the vision each sees for the future can match and if the reward is worth the fight.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Content Warning: Strong language, graphic sex, and explicit incidents of laundry washing within.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KP8_Bbjm5Ag/T_sVKF9oxVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uqCd0EN2APk/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KP8_Bbjm5Ag/T_sVKF9oxVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uqCd0EN2APk/s320/excerptbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"And the sleeping arrangements?" Gav asked.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adam knew this question had been weighing on the other man. Gav had played thirds in relationships before. Usually, the third was a plaything, in for pleasure, out for the intimacy.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You'd be in our room. The 'our' would include you," Adam told him. "I'll steal your t-shirts to wear to bed, and we'll share the task of warming Kit's cold toes every night. We'll have amazing sex when we're all in the mood together. We'll have nearly as amazing sex in pairs if the third is in the mood to watch or sleep. There won't be favorites, but, because we've been together so long, Kit and I might slip up there on occasion. You'll have to be patient with us, Gav."<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"And once our open relationship includes you," Kit said, "it turns into a closed one. We don't cheat or lie, and we tell each other if our needs change."<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adam watched to see what Gav's reaction to that big rule would be. It was one he supported wholeheartedly. Within the terms of their relationship, he and Kit had never once cheated. They were open, honest, and made the decisions and compromises needed to keep them happy. But his heart was hers. Always. If Gav decided to take the plunge, Adam's heart would grow to include him, and he would never cheat on him either.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Loyalty and faithfulness in an open relationship seemed like oxymorons, but not the way he and Kit worked. They were a unit, a family. If Gav chose, he could be the piece that had been missing from the start.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gav covered his face and rubbed much harder than Adam would have rubbed any place on his lover's body. He didn't like to see Gav being so rough with himself. He hated when the other man treated his body harshly. It was because no one else had cared for him. He saw himself as worth less than most and acted on that vision. If he'd quit being stubborn, Adam would try every day to prove him wrong. There would be fabric softener for Gav's clothes and something sweet for him when he wanted a treat. It was the little things Adam knew he and Kit took for granted that would make the most difference with Gav.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I don't know." Gav didn't look past his hands at either of them as he spoke. "I'll think about it. There's nothing in there I don't think I can do, I just…I need to think."<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"That's fine, Gav," Kit said gently. "Time is something we have, and we'd never rush you."<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I know that." His sigh was heavy and haggard. "I know all the good things about you guys, and Kit, it's nothing in you that's missing. It's me. You have to know that. No matter what happens, it's not you. It's me."<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"But I love you just the way you are," she replied. "So that means there's something amazing in you if you'll let it out."</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5-UaVSZRDQ/T_zb6xctu5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/3Kz6B_1dBzU/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5-UaVSZRDQ/T_zb6xctu5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/3Kz6B_1dBzU/s320/reviewbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Kit and Adam need Gav in their "family" almost as much as they need each other. The three of them all have different issues they have to learn to deal with and what made the story so good was the fact that each of them helped the other deal with their problems. It also realistically dealt with the kinds of things that a menage family would have to deal with concerning the kids, neighbors, friends, etc...even blackmail! </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is a great book! I love the fact that in addition to all the really HOT menage scenes there was actually a story there!</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I highly recommend this book if you like menage stories. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ebook supplied by the author for review.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPvt48Z2Xxg/T_sVKhJc_5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/zBs7D5tZ83U/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPvt48Z2Xxg/T_sVKhJc_5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/zBs7D5tZ83U/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Available in print and digital<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://beachwalkpress.com/just-one-more/">Beachwalk Press</a> </span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Just-One-More-ebook/dp/B005HADHBC/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&qid=1336141088&sr=8-4">Amazon</a> </span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> <a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-justonemore-593307-146.html">All Romance</a> </span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/just-one-more-stephanie-beck/1104596851?ean=2940013109452">B&N </a> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_-6ktIEP5k/T_sVJ2SaXmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/e4kPh2CRiqg/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_-6ktIEP5k/T_sVJ2SaXmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/e4kPh2CRiqg/s320/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1276116777p2/3468338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1276116777p2/3468338.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Even before she understood what all the thrusting meant, Stephanie Beck loved reading romance. 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Contact her at <a href="mailto:stephaniebeckauthor@gmail.com">stephaniebeckauthor@gmail.com</a></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.stephaniebeck.net/">Website</a> / <a href="http://www.twitter.com/StephBeck123">Twitter</a> / <a href="http://www.facebook.com/StephanieBeckAuthor">Facebook</a></span></div><br /><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15936584615013251694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-79563945006781997102012-07-16T00:05:00.000-04:002012-07-16T00:05:01.225-04:00Spotlight/Giveaway The Chosen by Annette Gisby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sASpFg6DqLw/T_owKT9uJAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cfWFk9aun6c/s1600/thechosensmall%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sASpFg6DqLw/T_owKT9uJAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cfWFk9aun6c/s400/thechosensmall%5B1%5D" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">The Chosen</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Annette Gisby</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Lyrical Press</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">March 2010</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">200 pages</span></i> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr7axYfHrcw/T_oE7-The%20ChosenAnnette%20GisbyLyrical%20PressMarch%202010200%20pagesPKZZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LUzpCQIHHcQ/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr7axYfHrcw/T_oE7-PKZZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LUzpCQIHHcQ/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Love or duty -- which would you choose? Prince Severin has been brought up to put duty before all else. Now, his duty is to marry and produce an heir. He has his choice of princesses. Unfortunately, his passion is for princes. Havyn has been a slave all his life. When his powers are discovered, he finds himself purchased and freed by a Prince and apprenticed to the royal wizard, Ildar. His duty is to stay chaste to keep his powers strong. Unfortunately, his passion is for Severin. With kingdoms at war, the throne hanging in the balance, and magic in the air, can the two men find happiness together, or is duty more important than love?</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRxM7sQ3v6w/T_ovesbiwDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xz_DT77VH-8/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRxM7sQ3v6w/T_ovesbiwDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xz_DT77VH-8/s320/excerptbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRxM7sQ3v6w/T_ovesbiwDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xz_DT77VH-8/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRxM7sQ3v6w/T_ovesbiwDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xz_DT77VH-8/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRxM7sQ3v6w/T_ovesbiwDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xz_DT77VH-8/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRxM7sQ3v6w/T_ovesbiwDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xz_DT77VH-8/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRxM7sQ3v6w/T_ovesbiwDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xz_DT77VH-8/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRxM7sQ3v6w/T_ovesbiwDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xz_DT77VH-8/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRxM7sQ3v6w/T_ovesbiwDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xz_DT77VH-8/s1600/excerptbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What is going on in here?” demanded Ildar from the doorway. “Severin? What are you doing with my apprentice?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Iri and I were just sorting out Havyn’s new wardrobe,” said Severin, waving to Havyn that he could get dressed again. Havyn quickly pulled on the tunic and leggings Ildar had given him on his first night at the palace. A fierce blush heated his cheeks.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Havyn is my apprentice!” snapped Ildar. “He is my responsibility. Furs and velvets? Silks? A wizard has no need for all of that. I will ensure Havyn gets all the clothing he needs, not you.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Havyn wondered how the wizard could talk back so forcefully to a prince without worrying about execution. Maybe wizards had no fear of death.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“He’s my responsibility,” protested Severin, his hands on his hips as he stared the wizard down. “I bought him. He’s mine!”</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYcG8JTMAXE/T_oE6rt3FFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yk5PMXCdaj4/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYcG8JTMAXE/T_oE6rt3FFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yk5PMXCdaj4/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">AMAZON <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004GHN4OW/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lovtorearom-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B004GHN4OW">The Chosen</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=lovtorearom-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B004GHN4OW" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />BARNES & NOBLE <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-chosen-annette-gisby/1019324794?ean=9781616501389" target="_blank">The Chosen</a></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FjlVW5RIi0/T_oE6SV2TGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CyTwjm5-J9M/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FjlVW5RIi0/T_oE6SV2TGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CyTwjm5-J9M/s320/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1281436199p2/252221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1281436199p2/252221.jpg" width="151" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Annette Gisby grew up in a small town in Northern Ireland. Being a very small town there were no bookshops and a small library. When she'd devoured every book she could get her hands on in the library, she started writing her own stories so that she would always have something to read.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When not writing she enjoys reading, playing The Sims, cinema and theatre. She loves to travel, especially ancient castles and deserted beaches, great places for inspiration.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She currently lives in Hampshire with her husband, a collection of porcelain dolls and enough books to fill a library. The library is diminishing gradually since the discovery of ebooks but still has a long way to go.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.annettegisby.n3.net/"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">Website</span></b></a><b><span style="line-height: 115%;"> / </span></b><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/252221.Annette_Gisby"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">Goodreads</span></b></a><b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_j_Gm4G1GY/T_ovfEU59qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KSbIviNQ_2w/s1600/giveawaybanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_j_Gm4G1GY/T_ovfEU59qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KSbIviNQ_2w/s320/giveawaybanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a class="rafl" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/d7bf193/" id="rc-d7bf193" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a><script src="//d12vno17mo87cx.cloudfront.net/embed/rafl/cptr.js"></script><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15936584615013251694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775789475033268247.post-10538446045034617362012-07-14T00:05:00.000-04:002012-07-14T00:05:00.930-04:00Rodeo Rebel by Debra Kayn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1341033193l/15710578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1341033193l/15710578.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">RODEO REBEL</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Debra Kayn</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Entangled Publishing</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">June 15th 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">242 pages</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr7axYfHrcw/T_oE7-PKZZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LUzpCQIHHcQ/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr7axYfHrcw/T_oE7-PKZZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LUzpCQIHHcQ/s320/synopsisbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr7axYfHrcw/T_oE7-PKZZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LUzpCQIHHcQ/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr7axYfHrcw/T_oE7-PKZZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LUzpCQIHHcQ/s1600/synopsisbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">When widower and land baron Cole Reardon acquired the Turner Grain Corporation, he didn't know the company sponsored a bull rider. He refuses to support thrill-seekers dumb enough to get on the back of a crazed animal. He’s not willing to risk his fortune and livelihood when he has his daughter's well-being to consider. Not even when the bull rider is the sexiest woman he's ever seen.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Bull rider Florentine McDougal plans to turn pro after the season championship, fulfilling her lifelong dream of succeeding in a man’s world. That is, until Cole Reardon shows up and threatens to break his sponsorship contract with her. Now everything she’s worked for is less than eight seconds away from being destroyed. </span><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="color: #181818; line-height: 19px;">Cole distracts Florentine with his sexy mouth and unreasonable demands, and he's not going to compromise his integrity. But she's not going to let him loose until she has pro status. And neither will come away from this dust-up unscathed.</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y96iS7if5Kk/T_oE7FMFXcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2uPpd-7imi4/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y96iS7if5Kk/T_oE7FMFXcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2uPpd-7imi4/s320/reviewbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y96iS7if5Kk/T_oE7FMFXcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2uPpd-7imi4/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y96iS7if5Kk/T_oE7FMFXcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2uPpd-7imi4/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y96iS7if5Kk/T_oE7FMFXcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2uPpd-7imi4/s1600/reviewbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rodeo Rebel is the first book I’ve read in the McDougal Ranch series by Debra Kayn and I was not disappointed. I could not put this book down and finished it all in one sitting. Now I just have to read the rest of the series. Ms. Kayn has done a great job of character development and making readers care about them. </span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In Rodeo Rebel, Florentine is a strong, sexy, fearless bull rider trying to be the first woman to win a major tournament and turn pro, at the same time trying to convince Cole Reardon, owner of Turner Grain Corporation to remain her sponsor until the end. </span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cole is a single dad after his thrill-seeking wife died in an accident and he does not want to be involved in anything he deems dangerous that could possibly influence his daughter, Sarah. A bull riding accident has Florentine, Cole and Sarah spending more time together back at McDougal Ranch during her recuperation. The chemistry between Florentine and Cole sizzles! And Florentine has a great deal of love and affection for Sarah. I loved the relationship Sarah had with all the sisters, it was so realistic. Cole was a bit overprotective but I liked that he wanted what was best for his daughter. I cannot wait to read the other books in this series.</span></div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ebook copy provided by the publisher for review.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYcG8JTMAXE/T_oE6rt3FFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yk5PMXCdaj4/s1600/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYcG8JTMAXE/T_oE6rt3FFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yk5PMXCdaj4/s320/purchaselinksbanner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> AMAZON </span> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B008BW9FQE/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lovtorearom-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B008BW9FQE" style="background-color: white;">Rodeo Rebel (Sisters of McDougal Ranch)</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=lovtorearom-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B008BW9FQE" style="background-color: white; border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FjlVW5RIi0/T_oE6SV2TGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CyTwjm5-J9M/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FjlVW5RIi0/T_oE6SV2TGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CyTwjm5-J9M/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FjlVW5RIi0/T_oE6SV2TGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CyTwjm5-J9M/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FjlVW5RIi0/T_oE6SV2TGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CyTwjm5-J9M/s320/authorbiobanner.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">BARNES & NOBLE </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rodeo-rebel-debra-kayn/1111591750?ean=2940014704991" target="_blank">Rodeo Rebel (Sisters of McDougal Ranch)</a></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1332659033p5/2951194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1332659033p5/2951194.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FjlVW5RIi0/T_oE6SV2TGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CyTwjm5-J9M/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FjlVW5RIi0/T_oE6SV2TGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CyTwjm5-J9M/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FjlVW5RIi0/T_oE6SV2TGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CyTwjm5-J9M/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FjlVW5RIi0/T_oE6SV2TGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CyTwjm5-J9M/s1600/authorbiobanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Multipublished Romance Author, Debra Kayn, lives with her family in the beautiful coastal mountains of Oregon on a hobby farm. During the summer, she enjoys riding motorcycles, gardening, playing tennis, and fishing. During the winter, you’ll find her outside playing in the snow. A cold weather nut, she lives for the days she’s snowbound and fighting with the wood-stove to keep the house warm when the power goes out. A huge animal lover, she always has a dog under her desk when she writes and chickens standing at the front door looking for a treat. She's famous in her family for teaching a 270 lb pig named Harley to jog with her every morning. Her love of family ties and laughter makes her a natural to write heartwarming contemporary stories to the delight of her readers. As someone who met her husband on a blind date when she was nineteen years old, she’s a believer of love at first sight and happily ever after. </span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She loves to hear from her readers. Feel free to drop her an email: debrakayn@debrakayn.com</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15936584615013251694noreply@blogger.com0